Femme Fatale ft. charliecomehome Lyrics

Her bright eyes light up the room

But nobody knows what she's up to

(What you up to girl)

She works nine to five

Doesn't have time for silly guys

(What's your secret girl)

Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy

Cause I'm pretty tired of reality

I know you barely know me, but what's the risk

I'm running out of time

So just make it quick

So tell me how

She can't see what I see

Give her all the credit that she ever needs

(You got this girl)

You dripped down

The whole town knows

The world stops

Case now closed

You know damn well she's a killer

Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy

Cause I'm pretty tired of reality

Like a god, give her respect

Femme Fatale

She hasn't finished yet

All that power

She controls the weather

You can tell that

Her mama taught her better

Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy

Cause I'm pretty tired of reality

I know you barely know me, but what's the risk

I'm running out of time

So just make it quick

Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy

Cause I'm pretty tired of reality

I know you barely know me, but what's the risk

I'm running out of time, so just make it quick

Running out of time, so just make it quick

Running out of time, so just make it quick

I'm running out of time, so just make it