Burn, Baby.

Shes got a leather jacket,
And it’s done up nice.
Yeah, sunglasses, cigarettes,
Sin and vice.
Vodka tonic? Yeah, she’s on it;
Light on ice.
Her blood freezes when she pleases,
And she’s ready to fight.

Burn, baby. Burn, baby,
Yeah, its your turn, baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby,
Just don’t be scared, baby.
Burn, baby. Burn, baby,
Yeah, its your turn, baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby,
What did you learn, baby?

What did you learn baby?

Lovely. But she’s ugly,
‘Cause she’s so mean.
Jaded, unabated–
She is James Dean.
Coming now to burn you down,
Don’t make a sound
‘Cause when she walks away,
She won’t turn around.

Burn, baby. Burn, baby.
Yeah, it’s your turn baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby.
Just don’t be scared, baby.
Burn, baby. Burn, baby,
Yeah, its your turn, baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby,
What did you learn, baby?

What did you learn, baby?

Now she’s gone, on her own,
Killing someone else.
I would tell you that I miss her
But she’ll tell you herself.
The poison on her lips
Put a hole in my gullet.
I’m just a fish inside a barrel–
She’s a silver bullet.

Burn, baby. Burn, baby.
Yeah, it’s your turn baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby.
Just don’t be scared, baby.
Burn, baby. Burn, baby,
Yeah, its your turn, baby.
Her, baby. Her, baby,
What did you learn, baby?

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