I’ve got that femme fatale
Those blood red lips
Dark curls and white curves
Those piercing gray eyes
With that one-two punch look
I can look right through you
Make you feel like you don’t exist
I can look right at you
Make you feel like you’re all that exists
Because Mrs. Havisham raised me well
I’ll make you think you’ve got a chance
Because these looks can kill
They kill me everyday
Because I turn heads
And I turn hearts
Because you broke mine
And never gave it back