Verse 1
She’s leaning on the jukebox in a cloud of smoke
With a heart made of flint and a mind like a joke
Got a tattered lace glove and a ring on every hand
The baddest little thing in the "No Man’s Land"
She don’t want your money, she don’t want your soul
She just wants to feel the rhythm lose all control
I asked for a dance, she gave me a stare
That could strip the paint off a building, I swear!
Pre-Chorus
She’s got a secret hidden in her boot
A double-edged beauty, a deadly pursuit
One look is a kiss, but the second’s a scar
She’s the queen of the gutter and the star of the bar!
Chorus
Lipstick and Switchblades! A dangerous blend
Lipstick and Switchblades! Where the innocence ends
She’ll paint her pout in a cherry-red stain
Then cut through your heart like a runaway train
Sugar and steel, honey and fire
She’s the walking definition of a funeral pyre!
Verse 2
The sirens are wailing down on 5th and Main
But she’s dancing in the puddle of the acid rain
She pulled out a blade just to flick off a spark
To light up a smoke in the cold and the dark
The boys in the leather, they all know her name
But nobody’s brave enough to jump in the flame
She’s a high-speed collision in a mini-skirt
A whole lot of pleasure and a lifetime of hurt!
Bridge
(Guitar Solo: Wild, messy, and aggressive. Lots of chromatic runs and "unhinged" sounding bends. It sounds like a street fight set to music.)
SHE’S SHARP!
SHE’S SMOOTH!
Got nothing to lose!
Don’t trip on her heels...
Or you’re gonna get the blues!
CLICK-CLACK!
WATCH YOUR BACK!
Chorus
Lipstick and Switchblades! A dangerous blend
Lipstick and Switchblades! Where the innocence ends
She’ll paint her pout in a cherry-red stain
Then cut through your heart like a runaway train
Sugar and steel, honey and fire
She’s the walking definition of a funeral pyre!
Outro
Watch out, man, she’s got a blade!
(Laughter in the background)
Red lips...
Cold steel...
That’s the only way she feels!
(Final feedback-heavy power chord that slides down the neck)
(Sound of a switchblade snapping shut: Click)