Snakebite

A run down saloon
I'm the only one left
Those batwing doors could never
Hold you back

White leather boots
Razor-like spurs
I'm counting your steps
Until you breathe down my neck

Bad to the bone
I won't make it home alive
Alive

You're like a snakebite
But you're sweet like Apple Jack
Wish I could run but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin

Ripped denim shorts
They wrapped you in tight
Sit down next to me
I know the damage is done, right?

Your looks are lethal
Thick hair, frayed rope
A mouth made of buckskin
And a serpentine tongue

You're like a snakebite
But you're sweet like Apple Jack
Wish I could run but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine
Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin

I want you to rattle my cage
Run your venom through my veins
And then everything will start to fade
There is no escaping you

No escape
From you
I wish I could run away
Well, it's too late for that