Apollo Makes Fire - Classy Dame Lyrics

I miss the cigarette jazz lips
Of your killing kiss
And I'm better off dying alone tonight
So I slam my cash down
And I tip my drink back
And I watch you dance
Yea I watch you dance

Girl, you don't have to sing for me
But it's better when you do
Put a slow record on
Spin our heads around this room
You don't have to sing for me
Cuz it's better when you scream
Put a slow record on
Put a slow record on

Empty bottles of sin decorate our breath
And your shaking hands at my chest beg to go again
So I light up another cigarette
And I taste your cherry lips again
You kill me slow
Oh, you kill me slow

You move just for me
Slow motion like a dream
And I can feel your vodka smile
Heating up my heartbeat

Take your best shot
Do your worst