She rolls in like a back-alley sunrise,
Dark eyes hiding sins you wanna taste.
Black leather hugging every heartbeat,
Silver chains sliding down her waist.
She’s got a look that could tear you open,
Like a switchblade in the dead of night—
And every rebel in the barroom freezes
When she steps into the neon
Yeah, she’s poison,
But damn she feels like home…
She’s a smokeshoooow in black leather and lace,
A runaway angel with a heartbreak face.
She’ll burn you down slow,
Yeah, she’ll light up your soul—
And you’ll crawl back beggin’ for another taste.
She’s a smokeshoooow…
In black leather and lace.
She’s got a laugh like a cracked-up halo,
Soft and sharp like a shot of pain.
She’ll pull you in with a whisper of danger,
Then leave you standing out in the rain.
You swear you’ll leave but she owns your weakness,
Got your heart on a worn-out string—
And when she kisses you like a stolen moment,
You forget every damn bad thing.
She’s the chaos,
And you’re the one she’ll wreck…
She’s a smokeshoooow in black leather and lace,
A runaway angel with a heartbreak face.
She’ll burn you down slow,
Yeah, she’ll light up your soul—
And you’ll crawl back beggin’ for another taste.
She’s a smokeshoooow…
In black leather and lace.
You want out, but you’re locked in tight,
Like a sinner praying wrong but feeling right.
She’s a wildfire built to break your chains,
And you love her even when it hurts like hell again!
She’s a smokeshoooow in black leather and lace,
Tearing through your life, leaving no damn trace.
She’s the storm you can’t refuse,
The hit you choose to lose—
And you’d fall again just to see her face.
She’s a smokeshoooow…
In black leather and lace.
Ohhh yeah…
SamuelD
