Testo:
Put on my best dress, I wanted to impress
I put a little make-up on
Put a bow in my hair, wore pretty underwear
Hoping you might take it off
Don't know your etiquette but
I'm strapped to my chair, and it ain't 'cos you're pretty
You were charming, until
You saw your chance to kill, your chance to make history
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Boy, you and your promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Now you'll just have memories
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
Boy, you draw me back in
I'm hungry for your bad loving
But will someone find me swinging from the rafters
From hanging on your every word
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
Put on my best dress, I wanted to impress
I put a little make-up on
Put a bow in my hair, wore pretty underwear
Hoping you might take it off
Don't know your etiquette but
I'm strapped to my chair, and it ain't 'cos you're pretty
You were charming, until
You saw your chance to kill, your chance to make history
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Boy, you and your promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Now you'll just have memories
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
Boy, you draw me back in
I'm hungry for your bad loving
But will someone find me swinging from the rafters
From hanging on your every word
[Chorus]
You went straight for the knife, and I prepared to die
Your blade it shines
Looked me straight in the eye, you turned the gas on high
Held the flame alight, you wonder why
I'm scared of fire
You wonder why you make girls cry
Traduzione:
Ho indossato il mio vestito migliore, volevo rimanere impressa
Ho messo un po' di trucco
Ho messo un fiocco tra i capelli, indossavo della bella biancheria
Sperando che tu potresti toglierla
Non conosco il tuo galateo, ma
Io sono legata alla mia sedia, e non è perché sei carino
Eri affascinante, fino
Hai visto la tua occasione di uccidere, la tua possibilità di fare la storia
[Chorus]
Sei andato dritto al coltello, e io mi preparai a morire
La tua lama risplende
Mi guardò dritto negli occhi, hai acceso il gas
Tenevi accesa la fiamma, ti chiedi perché
Ho paura del fuoco
Ti chiedi perché fai piangere le ragazze
Il mio mascara è un pasticcio, parole dure per la tua principessa
Ragazzo, tu e le tue promesse
Se l'obiettivo era quello di amare, hai segnato un epico fallimento
Ora non ti restano che ricordi
[Chorus]
Sei andato dritto al coltello, e io mi preparai a morire
La tua lama risplende
Mi guardò dritto negli occhi, hai acceso il gas
Tenevi accesa la fiamma, ti chiedi perché
Ho paura del fuoco
Ti chiedi perché fai piangere le ragazze
Ragazzo, mi fai tornare indietro
Ho fame del tuo cattivo amore
Ma qualcuno mi troverà ad oscillare dalle travi
Per essere stata appesa a tutte le tue parole
[Chorus]
Sei andato dritto al coltello, e io mi preparai a morire
La tua lama risplende
Mi guardò dritto negli occhi, hai acceso il gas
Tenevi accesa la fiamma, ti chiedi perché
Ho paura del fuoco
Ti chiedi perché fai piangere le ragazze
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