Strike

Pink gloss

Wrapped around the filter of a Marlboro red

Your loss

Wishing it was your lips touching hers instead

Red hot desire feel it in your body when she moves her waist

Playing with fire when she meets your glance you better look away look the other way

'Cause she's a warm bullet

The way she's got you feeling is frightening

And she's a storm warning

But that's the funny thing about lightening