She walked through my fire
She danced in my hell
She carries a shotgun loaded
All my demons, she's killed herself
We're both cut
Cut from the same cloth
Burned on the same cross
Pray to the same gods
But I've never felt judged in her arms
And the way that she tastes in the car
She tastes so sweet and dark and dark
Sweet and dark and dark
Don't mess with that girl
In my life, I've had a lot of misfortune
Say sister hide that bottle of wine
That she let it split
My God, I think this could be it
Mama, send a postcard to heaven
I think that dad got them to forgive my sins
I hope I never go back
To the chains that I wore in that shack
Now whiskey that I sip is six years straight
I prefer the way my baby tastes
She tastes so sweet and dark, and dark
Sweet and dark, and dark
Don't mess with that girl
She walked through my fire
She danced in my hell
She carries a shotgun loaded
All my demons she's killed herself
We're both cut
Cut from the same cloth
Burned on the same cross
Pray to the same gods
But I never feel judged in her arms
And the way that she tastes in the car
She tastes so sweet, and dark and dark
