Yeah
Your spits like liquor to my wounds
Don't let the hounds obscure my view
Let the show move along and every scar to forgive
While the art of the song is to sing whenever you live
You lurk the waters of eyes
With every tear that I don't cry
Like a solider of death another nicotine fix and the closer it gets you're gonna get what's coming to ya
Whatcha doing to me
Your battle axe, cross paths and you wouldn't believe
Dance dance dance dance
Dance like the bull
Tame your stiletto with my poetry
I'm done with you thinking you're owning me
I'm a matador I play four to the floor and you can dance to my echo
You're nothing but a stone
Stuck in my throat, anti cyclone
Chase the rope that leads you home
Red flag across my cold blue room
Krooked Tongue - Dance Like the Bull Lyrics
Krooked Tongue - Dance Like the Bull Lyrics
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Yeah
Your spits like liquor to my wounds
Don't let the hounds obscure my view
Let the show move along and every scar to forgive
While the art of the song is to sing whenever you live
You lurk the waters of eyes
With every tear that I don't cry
Like a solider of death another nicotine fix and the closer it gets you're gonna get what's coming to ya
Whatcha doing to me
Your battle axe, cross paths and you wouldn't believe
Dance dance dance dance
Dance like the bull
Tame your stiletto with my poetry
I'm done with you thinking you're owning me
I'm a matador I play four to the floor and you can dance to my echo
You're nothing but a stone
Stuck in my throat, anti cyclone
Chase the rope that leads you home
Red flag across my cold blue room
Your spits like liquor to my wounds
Don't let the hounds obscure my view
Let the show move along and every scar to forgive
While the art of the song is to sing whenever you live
You lurk the waters of eyes
With every tear that I don't cry
Like a solider of death another nicotine fix and the closer it gets you're gonna get what's coming to ya
Whatcha doing to me
Your battle axe, cross paths and you wouldn't believe
Dance dance dance dance
Dance like the bull
Tame your stiletto with my poetry
I'm done with you thinking you're owning me
I'm a matador I play four to the floor and you can dance to my echo
You're nothing but a stone
Stuck in my throat, anti cyclone
Chase the rope that leads you home
Red flag across my cold blue room
Writer: Dan Smith, Harry Pritchard, Oliver Rainsford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: Krooked Tongue
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Dan Smith, Harry Pritchard, Oliver Rainsford