Salma Hayek Songtext
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Salma Hayek Songtext
I′d have you over
But I don't wanna feel anymore
Coming in with the subtlety of
A pack of wild dogs
Every time she open her mouth it′s
(Gunshots, gunshots, gun)
I know you think about me
In your dirty dirty thoughts
But if I put my money where my mouth is
I wouldn't even be able to talk
Talk me down
I'll come around in the morning
I found myself in a dark dark place
But I like it
Every day′s the same
Every, every day′s the same so we
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
G-g-g-got your snake wrapped round my neck
Just like I'm Salma Hayek
All these boys are crying
Saying I′m their new messiah
I'd have you over
But I just don′t believe anymore
I'll teach you, teach you, teach you
Don′t know my place
What difference does it make
What a disgrace
No one here knows my name (yet)
It's so obscene
The way you conjure thoughts about me
Kinda seems like
I am your God now
Brace, decay
Every day's the same
And so we waste away
But that′s all okay
I′m not like
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I′ll ever be
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I′ll ever be
But I don't wanna feel anymore
Coming in with the subtlety of
A pack of wild dogs
Every time she open her mouth it′s
(Gunshots, gunshots, gun)
I know you think about me
In your dirty dirty thoughts
But if I put my money where my mouth is
I wouldn't even be able to talk
Talk me down
I'll come around in the morning
I found myself in a dark dark place
But I like it
Every day′s the same
Every, every day′s the same so we
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
G-g-g-got your snake wrapped round my neck
Just like I'm Salma Hayek
All these boys are crying
Saying I′m their new messiah
I'd have you over
But I just don′t believe anymore
I'll teach you, teach you, teach you
Don′t know my place
What difference does it make
What a disgrace
No one here knows my name (yet)
It's so obscene
The way you conjure thoughts about me
Kinda seems like
I am your God now
Brace, decay
Every day's the same
And so we waste away
But that′s all okay
I′m not like
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I′ll ever be
Like Salma Hayek or James Dean
They'll be more happy than I′ll ever be
Writer(s): Rachel Hastings, Sam Matlock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com