The Burn Lyrics

Blackmouth The Burn

he stepped into the ring he knew he was cool he knew the women were looking and the money was his all the men felt admiration or envy he flipped the keys to the valet and with a long slow and deliberate stride he turned on that place or burned it down or burned it down slipping his hands across nylon-bound flesh, under her dress, gently squeezing her thigh... the night was his so was she burn it down