Sabre toothed, led astray
You've come a long way in your roller blades
A dusty boot, a broken spade
A little whiskey with your lemonade
And as you sharpen your dagger
Can you see your reflection?
Depiction of death on the blade
Kill quick don't maim
The temptress is waiting
She's combing her hair
Fixed all her make up
But can't decide what to wear
The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
In front of the mirror, behind enemy lines
I read the news, read the page
Everyone's talking about the mess you made
To tell the truth, I wasn't phased
We all fuck up and we all make mistakes
Squeeze and take aim
The temptress is waiting
She's combing her hair
Fixed all her make up
But can't decide what to wear
The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
In front of the mirror, behind enemy lines
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