You got the sunshine bathing your eyes, sliding in your skin
You got the feeling of a midnight ride, looking so scared
Please, darling don't look back in time 'cause there's nothing for you there
May someone hold your hand and make an offer you can't refuse
Showing all that he can, calling you 'hey, suze!'
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
Don't go downstairs 'cause I don't want you to bleed
Lean your head on my shoulder and cry, tell me secrets I can keep
If you just go and let me here, can't you see where it goes?
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
You'll never know
I'll never show
Can't you see where it goes?
So you can find another way to be
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
It's all about switchblades, whisky and cigarrettes
Would you promise me to take my hand and kiss the lips of death
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