There's an ill wind coming
It's gonna snuff me out
This ain't sheep in wolf's clothing
She gonna blow me down
She's all Lips, Teeth, Brimstone and Fire
I shoulda run a mile
But hey sugar
Make some room for me
So I can Breathe
I shoulda seen it coming
I should've read the signs
Too busy thinkin about nothing
She took me by surprise
She's all Lips, Teeth, Brimstone and Fire
I shoulda run a mile
But hey sugar
Make some room for me
So I can Breathe