She came in hot, bourbon breath, stormy eyes,
Tore the calm to splinters, thunder cracked the skies.
Left my world crooked, like a busted street sign,
Her laugh cut deep, sharper than a switchblade spine.
She had venom in her kiss, smoke in her stare,
A wildfire dancing, left the whole town bare.
She scratched my back, left trails like a roadmap,
But the bite on my soul? Ain’t no map for that.
Hurricane woman, tore my world in half,
She left scratches on my back,
And bite marks on my soul.
Whiskey phantom, gone before I could ask,
How’d she steal my control?
Left me haunted, left me cold.
Found her shadow in the bottom of a glass,
Chased her ghost through the smoke, but it slipped too fast.
Every word she whispered still echoes like chains,
Dragging through my mind, rattling my veins.
Her love hit dirty, like a backwoods ambush,
Feral and fleeting, vanished in the brush.
No footprints, just whispers in the pine,
Gone like moonshine at midnight, never mine.
She came in hard, boots stompin' through the mud
Lipstick venom, left my veins full of blood
Whiskey on her breath, eyes sharp like a dagger
Heart like a storm, and her words cut jagged
She left scratches on my back, bite marks on my soul
Turned my warm nights cold, made the devil lose control
Barbed wire kisses, left my conscience unraveled
Every step she took, felt the earth start to gravel
She came in like a hurricane, spun me 'round
Left like a ghost, no trace, no sound
Whiskey phantom, hauntin' every breath I take
Her shadow lingers, can't outrun the ache
Her love was a gamble, rolled dice in the dirt
Tattooed her name in my pain, yeah, it hurt
She whispered sin, made a preacher wanna cuss
Burned rubber on my heart, left it covered in rust
Moonlight rider, smoke trail in the air
Left me choking on the memory, gasping in despair
She carved her name in the bark of my chest
Now every heartbeat pounds with unrest
Cigarette smoke, curled into her laugh
Whiskey on her lips, like a deadly epitaph
I tried to catch her, but she’s built to roam,
A storm with no center, no place to call home.
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