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Straitjacket Love Video (MV)




Performed By: Ron Hawkins
Length: 2:50
Written by: Ronald James Hawkins




Ron Hawkins - Straitjacket Love Lyrics




Suicidal saints and cigarettes
Losing battles and waging sucker bets
Ah, any other lovesick fool could plainly see
That your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Less like a bloom and more like a thorny stem
Our love's like a whole damn page in the DSM
But this ball and chain's the only thing gonna set me free
'Cause your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

You're worse than crack cocaine and bathtub gin
Just because I lose don't mean you win
'Cause a ten-car pile-up takes a two way street
And your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Ah, you crack like a snare and you screech like a violin
You're well aware of all seventeen deadly sins
Some day you're bound to go on a killing spree
But till then this straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Ah, hold on
Ah, hold on

You're like the hurricane is to the breeze
You're like the noose is to the willow trees
And you're like a boa constrictor honey, when you squeeze me
But your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Yeah, your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
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Suicidal saints and cigarettes
Losing battles and waging sucker bets
Ah, any other lovesick fool could plainly see
That your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Less like a bloom and more like a thorny stem
Our love's like a whole damn page in the DSM
But this ball and chain's the only thing gonna set me free
'Cause your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

You're worse than crack cocaine and bathtub gin
Just because I lose don't mean you win
'Cause a ten-car pile-up takes a two way street
And your straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Ah, you crack like a snare and you screech like a violin
You're well aware of all seventeen deadly sins
Some day you're bound to go on a killing spree
But till then this straitjacket love's got a hold on me

Ah, hold on
Ah, hold on

You're like the hurricane is to the breeze
You're like the noose is to the willow trees
And you're like a boa constrictor honey, when you squeeze me
But your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
Yeah, your straitjacket love's got a hold on me
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Writer: Ronald James Hawkins
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