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I saw him standing in the neon glow
A leather jacket and a broken nose
He didn’t say a word, just lit a cigarette
I knew right then I hadn’t seen nothing yet
He keeps a silver pistol in the glove compartment
Got a “go to hell” look that he wears the hardest
He’s screaming at the sirens like they’re part of the art
Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy
Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye
Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl
And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life
My dangerous guy
He tastes like trouble and old vinyl records
Says “baby, don’t you cry, this is what we asked for”
We race the red lights, never looking back
Got a crown of thorns inside his Cadillac
He keeps a silver pistol in the glove compartment
Got a “go to hell” look that he wears the hardest
He’s screaming at the sirens like they’re part of the art
Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy
Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye
Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl
And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life
My dangerous guy
Mama said “don’t you walk on that wild side”
But his kiss is a fast ride
I know he’s no good, but God, he looks so right
In the pale moonlight
Oh, he’s a Hollywood boy with a dangerous toy
Drinks his wine from the bottle, got that look in his eye
Yeah, he flips off the law, loves a good brawl
And I’m falling so hard for the dangerous life
My dangerous guy
My dangerous guy
Leather jacket, middle finger to the sky
Yeah, that’s my guy
