'there's been a murder!' love laced, she saidas she bats 
her eyes at me again.
she's got a classic sense, a glassy feel;
a real whore with style.
we all know she's a flirt,
'be careful boy, you might get hurt.'
her skirt floats like a ghost,
it's wrapped up all around my bed post.
she plays pretty,
arch your back and smile...
i know you moan but it' just for him.
so, what's a first kiss but slow sex
with low expectations?
he's got the motivation,
he's got a murder weapon.
she's got a heart shaped like a gun
but I've got eyes like poison darts.
yeah, she's exotic but i've been there before.
this love is toxic but she's a catch, for sure.
yeah, if this is perfect then i've been here before, you 
know?
her tongue's a toxic touch
but her kiss is such an inviting lure.
...but i've been thinking
because i found these black and white photos.
i think that they make up your face
so i'll let you hang by your halo.