Trophy Wives - Vanna

Scarlet ribbons fall away

She let’s down her hair

Polished lips that tear

Your heart from your chest

All you’re looking

All you’re looking for

I’ve found

Young love nursing an old soul

I’ll lay my pride down

I am still for you

And with a heart of gold

I am still for you

I see them looking

The hearts

You’ve broken, their queen!

They die for you

Darling, when we dance

And you sparkle, my prize

Kiss me with that look in your eye

So they know that you’re mine

Beg love!

Take mercy!

Beg love!

Take mercy!

Filthy is

Only skin deep

Mercy!

Mercy on me!

I’ll lay my pride down

I am still for you

And with a heart of gold

I am still for you

You pretty thing