All the good girls fallin' to your feet
Fallin' to your feet, fallin' to your feet
All the good girls will no longer be,
They'll no longer be good
I know I could be your royal queen,
But it's not a kingdom I want
You always fall into some extreme
First the roses, then the guns
I know you're sly, I know you're smooth
But I see through those baby blues
I know you possess magic charm
But I'll never hang on your arm
Spin your words to try and catch me
Try to catch me, you won't catch me
All those clever words are fleeting
You are fleeting away
I know I could be your royal queen,
But it's not a kingdom I want
You always fall into some extreme
First the roses, then the guns
I know you're sly, I know you're smooth
But I see through those baby blues
I know you possess magic charm
But I'll never hang on your arm
All your compliments hit my feet
Flatteries rot in your teeth
Like roses are feckless and full of thorns
Your company is the reckless
All your compliments hit my feet
Flatteries rot in your teeth
Like roses are feckless and full of thorns
Your company is the reckless sort
All your compliments hit my feet
Flatteries rot in your teeth
Like roses are feckless and full of thorns
Your company is the reckless sort
Oh, the reckless sort
I know I could be your royal queen,
But it's not a kingdom I want
You always fall into some extreme
First the roses, then the guns
I know you're sly, I know you're smooth
But I see through those baby blues
I know you possess magic charm
But I'll never hang on your arm
I know I could be yours
I know I could be yours
I know I could be yours
I know I could be yours
It's not a kingdom I want
It's not a kingdom I want
It's not a kingdom I want
It's not a kingdom I want