You squeezed my legs and cut the line
Engaged the pastures of my mind
You held my throat and shook my spine
A perfect game to kill the time
And it might have just worked my beau
Cos if it hurts theres no way i could know
And it might have just worked my beau
Cos if it hurts theres no way i could know
Five short turns around this bed
Spinning sheets from white to red
Five long shots of used up lead
Within the outlines of my head
And it might have just worked my beau
Cos if it hurts theres no way i could know
And it might have just worked my beau
Cos if it hurts theres no way i could know