All these daggers and these swords
Can cut me like the words from your lips
Can you feel my fingertips
Tracing all over your body
My knees are weak as I whisper softly
While my hands rest on your hips
It takes time to get close enough to you
I didn't want to be a curse
Won't be the last girl or the first
Tell me I should go straight to hell
For better or for worse
The best news I have ever heard
Is when you said I was doing well