Pink gloss
Wrapped around the filter of a Marlboro red
Your loss
Wishing it was your lips touching hers instead
Red hot desire feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire when she meets your glance you better look away look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Quicksand
Boy you're flying to close to the sun
Cold hands
Sweep across the waistband of your 501's
Red hot desire
Feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire
When she meets your glance you better look away
Look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Never know when she's gonna strike
Emmaline - Strike Lyrics
Emmaline - Strike Lyrics
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Pink gloss
Wrapped around the filter of a Marlboro red
Your loss
Wishing it was your lips touching hers instead
Red hot desire feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire when she meets your glance you better look away look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Quicksand
Boy you're flying to close to the sun
Cold hands
Sweep across the waistband of your 501's
Red hot desire
Feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire
When she meets your glance you better look away
Look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Never know when she's gonna strike
Wrapped around the filter of a Marlboro red
Your loss
Wishing it was your lips touching hers instead
Red hot desire feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire when she meets your glance you better look away look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Quicksand
Boy you're flying to close to the sun
Cold hands
Sweep across the waistband of your 501's
Red hot desire
Feel it in your body when she moves her waist
Playing with fire
When she meets your glance you better look away
Look the other way
'Cause she's a warm bullet
The way she's got you feeling is frightening
And she's a storm warning
But that's the funny thing about lightening
You never know when she's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
She's gonna strike
Never know when she's gonna strike
Writer: Emma Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid