Songtext von Your Love

I know your type, what you likes A young corpse bride, cold as ice I'm alive but I'm on fire If that’s alright, I want Your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love And I know that you wanted me like her In the palm of your hand like a lighter All the lights make me want to be lighter I don’t care if I'm wrong, I'm a writer I'm alive, and I'm on fire If that’s alright, I want Your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love Hiding in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip I got a bullet with your name on the fuckin’ tip Killa, killa, what the fuck you gon’ do? I've got a bullet with your name on it