The Death of Me    
     
Well, your middle name is trouble
And that’s what you got me in
Anytime you place or show
I know I’ll never win
You roll with loaded dice
Always hitting sevens
While I’m staring down the snake’s eyes
And wishing for eleven

Sweet lil’ devil, from all I can see
You’re gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

You’ve got a date with destruction
And you’ve made me your “plus one.”
I’m looking for my options
And finding there are none.
Oh, I’ve got a sinking suspicion
That you’ve done this before
That I’m not the first poor soul
Who’s seen you darkening their door

Sweet lil’ devil, from all I can see
You’re gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

Solo

You like the finer things in life
But the finer things aren’t free
I know you’ll be looking over
When they finally bury me
You finally sprung the trap
And caught me in your snare
But I can’t point fingers, no
I put my own self there.

Sweet lil’ devil, from all I can see
You’re gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me

Solo

Sweet lil’ devil, from all I can see
You’re gonna be the death of me

A rotten apple under the tree
Mirror, mirror, what do you see
Oh, the death of me
 
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