I'll cup your neck like a cup o' joe.
Yeah, warm and sweet and soft and slow.
Or pinch it, swish, get the smell
And down like wine.
But if bourbon's the mood
A short shot takes no time.
The shot will be a stab.
The kiss, a k**er's kiss.
The grab will be a stab.
The kiss, a k**er's kiss.
I wanna be a pal.
There are confidantes few
With ears so open and
Hands so true.
You can count on me but
Watch your math.
If you don't carry this one
I'm a wiz at subtracting.
The cut will come in a flesh,
Just like a k**er's kiss.
The grab will be a stab.
The kiss, a k**er's kiss.
So purse your lips,
And close your eyes.
Feel your heels rise and fall
To the k**er's kiss.
So purse your lips,
And close your eyes.
Take in the quick breath
Of traitor caught.
The k**er's kiss.
You think I'm blind
To you midnight moves.
Well my sites are set
Infrared hot mood.
Mistakes can be made;
If you only knew.
The knife would turn those
Red lips blue.
Turn around, see the headlight's glare
From the k**er's kiss.
The grab will be a stab.
The kiss, a k**er's kiss