I think you know we're running out of timenYou've started dressing upnThe mood is ruined by the cheapest winenThat's spilling on your skirtnnShe's dressed to killnI hope this was within her willnHer body's stillnnMoved north from New YorknBut the city life is tugging at her soulnServed whisky to the drunksnThat haunt the nightnHer life is getting oldnnShe's dressed to killnI hope this was within her willnHer body's stillnnShe wanted more than he could fakenBut I was standing beside hernnTrading the life she lovednFor something lessnThe guilt is setting innPaying the bills by taking off her dressnThe pressure's worn her thinnPop in the pills to nullify the stressnIt's showing through her skinnnShe's dressed to killnI hope this was within her willnHer body's stillnnShe wanted more than he could fakenBut I was standing beside hern(Standing beside her)nShe bit off more than she could takenAnd now she's fed to the firennSoft as the petalnTough as the thornnnShe wanted more than he could fakenBut I was standing beside hern(Standing beside her)nShe bit off more than she could takenAnd now she's fed to the firen(Fed to the fire)nFed to the firen(Fed to the fire)nnShe wanted more than he could fakenBut I was standing beside hern(Standing beside her)nShe bit off more than she could takenAnd now she's fed to the firen(Fed to the fire)nn(She wanted more)nFed to the firen(She wanted more)nFed to the fire