Walking down the street
Turns the eyes she meets
Gives a wink with the pink skulls in her hair
Got black go go boots
And a boa to boot
Just a wink
Blows a kiss and I'm there
I'm addicted to my cyanide Valentine
Hook line, and sinker till the end of time
Little piece of heaven, big ol' chunk of hell
Gave a wink, blew a kiss and I fell
And I'm going and I'm gone
Cyanide Valentine
Says her prayers at night
Grips her pillow tight
Looks to the stars and pretends it's real
A little paranoid
A little self annoyed
Cuts herself but I guess that's how she feels
She gave me a little black box
Inside, what was left of her heart's demise
Just a needle and a thread to keep her whole
I'll sew her up
I'll keep it real neat
And in my pocket I will keep
The pieces of her that she threw away