Andrew Belle - Details

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I confess, I’m heartless
Live to guess
So I don’t mind your lips
Oh, you wear that dress
And I become an easy target
Shoot to kill, I guess
The only chance you’ve got
No one ever told you
You might turn
Might turn to fire
I could never hold you
You might turn
Might turn to fire
The devil’s gonna let on
That you’re in the details
Ivory black in my head
Break your back
But I won’t hound you to death
Fine I’ll hold my breath
Til I forget, it’s complicated
Time is all the steps you either made here
Or you didn’t