Number Three

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

I knew you put a spell on me last night in my dream, I was so drunk on you I could no longer see what the consequences of my own actions would be and what I'd get myself into if you got into me. Whispering fingertips, delicate sighs falling out of these pink lips and the space between is getting smaller you see with every single breath I take from you, you take right back from me I gotta perfect melody to describe just what I mean It goes oooh oohh oooh You make it hurt so god damn good, makes me wanna do things that no good girl ever should Well I never knew baby the likes of you cause you're the sweetest fucking torture that I've ever been through I gotta perfect melody, to describe just what I mean