"Every night around about this time It's like she knows I'm lonely Rolls up when the wine is gone like a record on repeat Leanin' on old memories And talkin' 'bout what used to be She'll probably be the death of me But, damn, if it ain't sweet She's my pretty little poison My heartache in the night With a kiss on her lips just like cyanide Yeah, she came with a warning But I didn't mind I'll go out on that high every time She's my pretty little poison My pretty little poison"All Rights Reserved
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