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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 could feel her closing in
Hands like a carnival of queens
Hair like a heart attack of dreams
The 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 tongue 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 (you can't wash it away)
Craving her arms twisted up around your neck
Skin so white, a heart so pure (you can't wash it away)
If you opened up her veins you'd see the light run through her
You can't wash it away
You can't wash it away
You can't wash it away