Dangerous One - Bart Davenport

It’s like blowing out the candle

Before you’re ever seen

All the mirrors in your own life

Reflecting off of me

You say you’re the dangerous one

I don’t like what you’ve become

You’re the dangerous one

I will hide from you I’ll run

It’s like moving to an island

Made of only sand

I would pay a visit to you

But my song was bad

I was looking at the girls

In the pickup truck

They were washing by like rain

On the road to love, Singing