he's got a gentle touch / and a thousand fantastic promises / but if you can see past his facade you can tell he's hardened around the edges / and he's not nearly as sweet as he looks / he's got a sharp tongue / and a sharper smile / and baby you can bet he'll bite eventually
when we kiss, he tastes like lemonade and stale cigarettes / when he holds my hand it always feels like he's trying to break my bones / when he calls me angel it feels like a threat
( when i tell him i love him my voice doesn't sound like my own )
