Suicide Girl

Suicide Girl
(Davis, Goodwin)

she's got a black tattoo, of the angel of death
between her shoulders and her picture perfect a double s
she's got a heart like midnight, a serpent on her hip
to match snowy white curves, and blackberry lips

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she's a red hot shadow
burning through the rubble
of what could've been a perfect world

she can cut you like a razor
she's my little suicide girl

in her four-inch, patten leather combat boots
she's lays her body on the line like it's forbidden fruit
in her skin tight, tiny plaid, catholic school dress
she's got more metal in her body than a '69 vet

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she's a red hot shadow
burning through the rubble
of what could've been a perfect world

she's like candy apple poison
she's my little suicide girl

she's a bad news baby, on a dead end street
from the horns on her head, to the wings on her feet
she's high priestess in the temple, of the golden calf
in her sexy little internet, photograph

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she's a hangman's dream
she's my little suicide girl

i think you know what I mean
she's my little suicide girl
she's my little suicide girl
she's my little suicide girl