LOVE THAT KILLS Songtext
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LOVE THAT KILLS Songtext
The minute you walked through the door
I knew I would never be that girl your mother thought you′d have
'Cause I′m way too fun to be around
You're my wicked Mister Naughty
I'll help you hide the bodies
Give me 25 to life
You know I′d die to live incriminated in this sick infatuation
With you, they′ll need forensics to gather all the evidence
Collect your fingerprints off my body
Talk to me, baby, 'bout a love that kills
Give me all the gory details and murderous thrill
′Cause whether it's premeditated or done by mistake
You′re sure guilty of murderin' me, of murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin' the way you're murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′
Premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, of murderin' me
I love you ′till death do us part
And probably a little longer, snuggled up in my body bag
And you'll leave flowers on my grave
Picturesque just like a greeting card, lovers in the graveyard
Give me 25 to life
You know I'd die to live incriminated in this sick infatuation
With you, they′ll need forensics to gather all the evidence
Collect your fingerprints off my body
Talk to me, baby, ′bout a love that kills
Give me all the gory details and murderous thrill
'Cause whether it′s premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, of murderin' me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin' me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you′re murderin'
Premeditated or done by mistake
You′re sure guilty of murderin' me
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′ me
Lovin' the way you're murderin′
Premeditated
You′re sure guilty of (murderin' me)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin' the way you′re murderin'
Premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, murderin′ me
I knew I would never be that girl your mother thought you′d have
'Cause I′m way too fun to be around
You're my wicked Mister Naughty
I'll help you hide the bodies
Give me 25 to life
You know I′d die to live incriminated in this sick infatuation
With you, they′ll need forensics to gather all the evidence
Collect your fingerprints off my body
Talk to me, baby, 'bout a love that kills
Give me all the gory details and murderous thrill
′Cause whether it's premeditated or done by mistake
You′re sure guilty of murderin' me, of murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin' the way you're murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′
Premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, of murderin' me
I love you ′till death do us part
And probably a little longer, snuggled up in my body bag
And you'll leave flowers on my grave
Picturesque just like a greeting card, lovers in the graveyard
Give me 25 to life
You know I'd die to live incriminated in this sick infatuation
With you, they′ll need forensics to gather all the evidence
Collect your fingerprints off my body
Talk to me, baby, ′bout a love that kills
Give me all the gory details and murderous thrill
'Cause whether it′s premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, of murderin' me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin' me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin′ the way you′re murderin'
Premeditated or done by mistake
You′re sure guilty of murderin' me
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′ me
Lovin' the way you're murderin′
Premeditated
You′re sure guilty of (murderin' me)
Lovin′ the way you're murderin′ me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Lovin' the way you′re murderin'
Premeditated or done by mistake
You're sure guilty of murderin′ me, murderin′ me
Writer(s): Elsbeth Rehder, Ola Froyen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com