Eyes like a slash across her face 

Lips I'd kill a man to taste 

Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying 

Whatever it does, I'll do it 'til I'm dying 



I can't wash her away 

It's getting under my skin 

I can't wash her away 

I can feel her closing in 



Hands like a carnival of queens 

Hair like a heart attack of dreams 

A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss 

Screams so small you could hold them in your fist 

Little white fingertips running up your back 

Little needling scores where her nails leave a track 



I can't wash her away 

She's living in my skin 

I can't seem to wash her away 

I can feel her closing in 



Eyes like a slash across her face 

Lips so damn sweet you'd cut your tonuge out for a taste 

Whatever this stuff is, I'm buying 

If she's nothing but a coffin least she's good enough to die in 

She's a ballroom full of dancing chairs 

She's a child in disguise hiding bullets in her hair 

A voice so soft you could cut it with a kiss 

Screams so small you could hold them in your fist 

Every one night stand is a six week stretch 

Craving her arms twisted up around your neck 

Skin so white, a heart so pure 

If you opeden up her veins you'd see the light run through her