I was asleep for a year But then you came and woke me up You'd tell me what I wanna hear, I bought it Pour me a glass and I'll get drunk
But I'm getting sober And I heard some things about you, babe You're getting good at alibis So I'll let you over But I'll stand right by the fire escape Cause I bet you're sharpening your knife
What's your calling card, killer? Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket Something's telling me I'm not the only one
Sophie said to call the cops You shaved your head and got a fake ID, then I heard a scream from down the block Bloodstains in places where they shouldn't be
I got a problem I'm hooked on you like nicotine I couldn't quit you if I tried Where you go, I follow So you lead me to the murder scene And I knew you're sharpening your I knew you're sharpening your
What's your calling card, killer? Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket Something's telling me I'm not the only one
What's your calling card, killer? Whisper with a voice that I can't outrun Got me in your jean pocket Pulling at the fray till it comes undone
What's your calling card, killer? (La-la-la-la) Sell me pretty lies with your silver tongue Got me in your jean pocket (La-la-la-la) Oh, something's telling me I'm not the only one
