Pretty Little Heart Lyrics

In the back of the room, there was a struggle that night

Definite violent clash, but no signs of a fight

There was a spark of lips

A gentle twisting of the hips

And it all goes down, Comes down to this

A glance of the eyes

One to the next

While the heat from below burns scars into legs

A movement of hands

Lets come to the point

Give in, Disarm or disappoint

Little deaths between each breath

He takes away… he takes away

And fade away into the next

Her pretty little heart, he takes away

In the back of her mind there was a thought that prevailed

The responsibility's hers and she cannot fail

When the currency is words, she'll be his faithful little whore

Her perfect purity hopes left to shatter

A meeting of eyes cannot disguise

The filthy hands that melt into her thighs

And the weight of the mouth

Lets come to the point

Give in, disarm or disappoint

Little deaths between each breath

He takes away… he takes away

And fade away into the next

Her pretty little heart, he takes away