Street Clothes - Tempt Me Lyrics

A touch of hunger
Makes your belly ache
A hint of black rain
Dampens the landscape
A touch of evil
In your perfect face
There's cyanide
In the birthday cake

You tempt me
But it's empty
I had a brilliant dream
That I swore you sent me

Pan left and reveal
A scene I'd surely steal
But you
You Make me squeal
Like a reel to reel
And it's all too real...

There's so much beauty
In this ugly place
Sing my dirge
To a sexy bass
Drunk on wine made from your
Sour grapes
And the arsenic
Has a pretty lace

You tempt me
But it's empty
Had a perfect dream
That I swore you sent me