With your hair upswept
Against a plum purple curtain,
There's a price upon your head.

When you extract five dollars
Pay the slick bartender,
There's a price upon your head.

Driving the back canyon road
Messing with my stereo,
There's a price upon your head.

When you press your skin
And undo my buttons,
There's a price upon your head.

In your night clothes baby
In the dead of night,
There's a price upon your head.

The devil's bookkeeper
Arranged a sweetheart deal,
Now there's a price upon my head.

09/01/2009

Posted on 09/01/2009
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