[Verse 1] Her eyes and words are so icy Oh, but she burns Like rum on a fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire [Pre-Chorus 1] It looks ugly, but it's clean Oh mama, don't fuss over me [Chorus] Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry...Learn More