SONG:
I don’t think this grimy city, has ever looked this good to me.
He tells me about his night, and I count the blood specks on his knife.
He’ll never fall in love he swears, as he tells his henchmen to beware,
I’m laughing cause I hope he’s wrong.
I don’t think it’s ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke I can’t help but smile,
but I know all his best punch lines...
CHORUS:
And I could tell you, his favorite colors green.
He likes to bomb you, born on the 17th.
His mother was beautiful, He has tons of knives,
And if you asked me if I love him, I’d lie.
SONG:
He looks around his town,
trying to turn those frowns upside down.
Shouldn’t a light go on? Doesn’t he know that I’ve been smiling all along?
He’s sees everything in purple and green,
the only side people see is mean.
I won’t let nobody ruin his crimes...
CHORUS:
And I could tell you, his favorite colors green.
He likes to bomb you, born on the 17th.
His mother was beautiful, He has tons of knives,
And if you asked me if I love him, I’d lie.
BRIDGE:
He stands there, then runs away.
My God if I could only say “I’ll take every bullet for you”.
He’ll always tell you where he got his scars.
I think he can see through, everything but my heart.
First thought when I wake up, is ‘My God he’s cynical’.
Then he puts on his makeup, and I pray for a miracle...
CHORUS:
So, yes I could tell you, his favorite colors green.
He likes to bomb you, and oh when he kisses me...
His mother was beautiful, He has tons of knives,
And if you asked me if I love him, I’d lie.
