They Called Her Killer Songtext
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They Called Her Killer Songtext
They called her Killer boy and now I know why
She looked straight through me with those baby blue eyes
Long dark hair and one foot out the door
She stole my heart and I′m a goner for sure
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
I don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright, alright
You wouldn′t think a girl with freckles like that
Could take a grown man's heart and just cut it right out
Throw it in the backyard, forget that it′s there
Till the dogs rip it open and get blood everywhere
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
I don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright, alright
They called her Killer boy and now I know why
Cause you can′t stay with her if you want to stay alive
Get out of California, back to Tennessee
And stay away from Texas 'long as Killer′s running free
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
Don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
I don't want to smoke
Don′t want to drink
Can't go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright
She looked straight through me with those baby blue eyes
Long dark hair and one foot out the door
She stole my heart and I′m a goner for sure
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
I don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright, alright
You wouldn′t think a girl with freckles like that
Could take a grown man's heart and just cut it right out
Throw it in the backyard, forget that it′s there
Till the dogs rip it open and get blood everywhere
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
I don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright, alright
They called her Killer boy and now I know why
Cause you can′t stay with her if you want to stay alive
Get out of California, back to Tennessee
And stay away from Texas 'long as Killer′s running free
It's the kind of love that kills a man
She′s never felt such a thing at all
But we gladly hold the knife for her
It almost makes it not her fault
I don't want to smoke
Don't want to drink
Can′t go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
I don't want to smoke
Don′t want to drink
Can't go to work
I can barely eat
Come on now Killer have mercy on me
Lord I′m in trouble alright
Lord I'm in trouble alright
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