HellKat

Yeah you're a vixen, oh what a looker you are

And you let me get my kicks in

With the mind to turn a seduction to art

Oh lady don't you know

That there ain't nothing special with how your story goes

Maybe it's the way that you lie

But then again, baby

Maybe it's the way that you wear those black dresses too tight

And I think it's the way that you talk

But then again, hey

Maybe it's the way that your hips

They seem to swivel when you walk

Yeah you're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta give it to the people that you promised to

You're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta answer to the people you're dishonest to

But you won't hang your head

Blame it on your good looks and ignorance instead

That you're not sorry for a God damn thing you said

Hellkat, you know damn well that

Any of them would buy love but you don't sell that

You're a harlot playing hard to get

Swing your ass, I'll keep you wondering

Filthy little slut

Lies are showing through the skin that you've been covering up

Only wanting what isn't enough

Wouldn't matter if I was the one giving it up

Steady moving you're doing it right

The same thing you're telling yourself every night

Oh lady don't you know

That there ain't nothing special with how your story goes

Maybe it's the way that you lie

But then again, baby

Maybe it's the way that you wear those

Black dresses too tight and I think it's the way that you talk

But then again, hey

Maybe it's the way that your hips

They seem to swivel when you walk

Yeah you're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta give it to the people that you promised to

You're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta answer to the people you're dishonest to

But you won't hang your head

Blame it on your good looks and ignorance instead

That you're not sorry for a God damn thing you said

You're not sorry for a God damn thing you said

Maybe it's the way that you lie

But then again, baby

Maybe it's the way that you wear those black dresses too tight

And I think it's the way that you talk

But then again, hey

Maybe it's the way that your hips

They seem to swivel when you walk

Yeah you're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta give it to the people that you promised to y

Ou're hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out

And you gotta answer to the people you're dishonest to

But you won't hang your head

Blame it on your good looks and ignorance instead

That you're not sorry for a God damn thing you said