A run down saloon I'm the only one left Those batwing doors could never Hold you back White leather boots Razor-like spurs I'm counting your steps Until you breathe down my neck Bad to the bone I won't make it home alive Alive You're like a snakebite But you're sweet like Apple Jack Wish I could run but it's too late for that Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin Ripped denim shorts They wrapped you in tight Sit down next to me I know the damage is done, right? Your looks are lethal Thick hair, frayed rope A mouth made of buckskin And a serpentine tongue You're like a snakebite But you're sweet like Apple Jack Wish I could run but it's too late for that Driving me mad 'cause you are bad medicine Wish I could run but I'm a sucker for your sin I want you to rattle my cage Run your venom through my veins And then everything will start to fade There is no escaping you No escape From you I wish I could run away Well, it's too late for that