Flame Fatale lyrics

lost sheep on fifth street peculiar and pained
i look her up when i can
twelve o`clock witching hou mercedes-benz
bobbing for pumpkins again

and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back
and the heart on my sleeve and the moon
and it`s not a question of sin or suggestion
i just want one warm afternoon

not enough hours in one single day
for all of her fantastic schemes
as saviors and bad boys of butterflied strange
rush through her wild-eyed dreams
and i offer nothing but the shirt off my back
and the heart on my sleeve and the moon

she`s falling she`s falling
she`s falling again
call out the crash crews and crash mannequins
my sweet flame fatale
she is falling again
around me inside me where nobody`s ever been
nobody`s ever been here

hypnosis in her soft-focus parade
helpless but i can`t complain
can`t move a muscle i won`t even try
thirty-five bucks down the drain
hypnosis in her soft focus parade
helpless but she can`t complain
drawn here by gravity she has no choice
burns up in friction and flame
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