New Bomb Turks - k**er's Kiss lyrics

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