Murder I Wrote - In Dying Arms

Your love is a fallacy

You can’t get the best of me

And you don’t want to be a big disappointment

So open wide and don’t say a fucking word

Bitch, I’ve had enough of this shit

What do you have to say for yourself?

Bitch, I’ve had enough of this shit

What do you have to say for yourself?

x2

What do you have to say?

And I will take your breath away

Tonight, tonight x2

What do you have to say for yourself?

What do you have to say for yourself, you dumb whore?

But we still carry on

My feelings are just as strong

Bury me with your shame

Fuck me with your desire

Your lips quiver from my touch

Tensions rise as I proceed

Your grasp is tight

As I take your breath away

This will be the last time you see me

And I will take your breath away

Tonight, tonight

And you won’t get the best of me

Tonight, tonight

It ends here x2

And I will take your breath away