Who's to blame. A girl like you with a guy like that?. Oh, it's a shame. . Love your frame, Mediterranean skin. With the brightness blue eyes. Oh, it's insane.
She's a pistol pointed at me. Smoking from her head to her feet. Packing the heat, lethal with a license to kill. Stilettos rippin' open the street. She's a heart breaker like a masterpiece.