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.