Tekster: AFI. Crash Love. We've Got The Knife.

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You've got your pretty face.
You've got disarming eyes.
You've got such social grace.
I've got my pretty spies.
I found you lost, misplaced.
I loved that lovely guise.
I said I'd try my luck and you said,
?well you don't you don't have to try.?
I forgot that night, what you said that night:
?I had the most exquisite time.?
Well you got that right,
but it's not the whole story.
I want it all. I court the loveliest of crimes.

Say it, as if it were true.
We've got the knife you left behind.
Play it just like you do.
I wanna hear you mean it,
when you say I'm not next in line.
I court the loveliest of crimes.
Save it cuz we've got the knife.
You've got your pretty face.
You've got your stunning glow.
You've got exquisite taste.
I've got the marks to show.
You said you'd shoot the stars
but bullets make you blush.
Turns out, you liked to play.
Play with knives and I hear
that it gives you a rush.

Well we've got the knife,
yeah we've got the knife.
I've got the knife you left behind.
Well we've got the knife.
Now I want the whole story.
I thought you looked familiar.
I'd seen your face long before that night.
Now I wait, for you were no stranger.
No stranger to taking a life.