you're pushin' me to the edge, babe, but I don't jump
I drop on my knees and scream at the thought of another night without your touch
your breath on the back of my neck under the satin sheets
I hear a knock on the door and I reach for my piece
I approach it with caution just like someone is watchin'
I'm in Cali
in LA
in a back alley
I drank a little too much
I got a bruise under my left eye
honey, I can take a punch
you're a victim of circumstance
I'm just a poor fool who showed his hand too soon
I cut the throat of my fellow man
I'm off with his ride under the light of the moon
hot blooded with no remorse
you stabbed me in the back again and again
this love has run its course
I can't pretend anymore
this is the end
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