Pretty Girls Make Graves Lyrics & Tabs by Spit Syndicate
Pretty Girls Make Graves
guitar chords lyrics
Intro
Give in to lust,
Give up to lust,
The lord knows we'll soon be dust. (x2)
NL Verse 1
Right there was where I spotted her,
Wherever she walked, eyes followed her,
Drunk off her majesty,
What could I could offer her?,
But my undivided attention,
As she glided past,
And so she took it right off at her stop with her,
The undoing of all, she wore a headband,
Walk of life, and the kiss of death, man
I'm the first to admit I got some habits to kick,
The undoing of all, she wore a headband,
Walk of life, and the kiss of death, man
I'm the first to admit I got some habits to kick,
But she was looking like she could gladly add to the list,
So I obliged in accordance,
Walked towards her,
Her unmistakable draw, was striking
So unattainable yet so inviting,
Her smile was lawless, eyes were like lightning,
And When she told me her name, was like angels singing.
Two soul piercing eyes with danger in 'em,
And she'd be happy to rearrange your day with 'em,
Dig graves with 'em,
Yours truly was today's victim.
Hook 1
Said as she walks, in and out like just like those sliding doors,
When she talks, said any line could redefine my course,
In my thoughts you still haunt me from the night before,
When you tease me girl don't leave me,
And we can spend some time together shine that little light of yours,
That you burnt me with a million different times before,
Like I'm surprised that you pay me no mind at all.
Verse 2 – Jimmy
Said I was like, how you doing, I'm alright,
I've been to Thailand twice and I ain't seen nothing like you to be fair,
And I done studied your contour lines and I'd die to be flying blind,
Am I gonna need to call security here?, to all my queen pins,
That kill without a second look, rebel minus the cause,
Devil minus the horns, heaven minus the doors,
A dime like a sierra diamond minus the flaws,
If death's coming in three, she's 7 minus the 4.
Hook 2
Sweet mistress, I seek forgiveness,
Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,
Tombstone reads to he who's persistent,
She'll keep you at the top of her hit list,
Sweet mistress I seek forgiveness,
Aware of the peril but can't keep my distance,
Spellbound, there is no resistance,
She had me at the top of her hit list,
Go on and make yourself at home in my head.
Go on and make yourself at home in my head.
Go on and make yourself at home in my head.
