Текст песни
She tastes like sin
(Like sin)
But she looks like art
(Like art)
Cold to the world
(Cold to the world)
But she plays her part
(She plays her part)
She bad as hell
(Bad as hell)
(Bad as hell)
(Bad as hell)
Yeah, she’s a final boss
Standing in a custom skin
Feel that pure dopamine
Hitting when she’s walking in
Got a dangerous mind
Mixed with a perfect view
Doing all the wicked things
That no one else can ever do
(Do)
(Do)
She tastes like sin
(Like sin)
But she looks like art
(Like art)
Cold to the world
(Cold to the world)
But she plays her part
(She plays her part)
She bad as hell
(Bad as hell)
(Bad as hell)
(Bad as hell)
She’s the definition
Of a cold heart
Burning up the room
But it looks like pure art
Cold assassin
Tears it all apart
Every bullet
Flying from the dark
(From the dark)
(From the dark)
(From the dark)
(From the dark)
(From the dark)
