I corner her in the back of the room
I corner her in the bottom of my heart
I say hello with the raise of my eyelids
She says hello in the wake of her hips
That girl in a black dress is all I need
She says she’s no artist
But she paints her lips the shade that I bleed
Will I be the one to break your heart tonight?
Or will I be telling (My G-d!) the same old story?
Why do I always fall for the fallen ones?
Why do I always break for the broken ones?
I promised myself I would roll with the punches
Even if they left me dead by the side of the road
It would be more than worth it
To say I spent one night with you
I could be an artist if you wanted me to