Velvet Vice

She walks in slow, like sin on Sunday

Lipstick red, but her soul’s all gun gray

Velvet skin, but that grip is steel

She don’t ask — she just takes the wheel

Whispers low like a preacher’s curse

Tastes like heaven, leaves you worse

Got a rosary wrapped around her thigh

Swears she’s saved, but she loves to lie

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She’s my velvet vice

Sweet with a deadly price

Wraps me up, turns me out

Takes my soul, runs her mouth

I know she’s wrong, but damn, she’s right

Addicted to that every night

Yeah, she bleeds desire and ice

She’s my velvet vice

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She leaves perfume in my bedsheets

A mark so deep, it even haunts my sleep

Claws in deep, nails in back

She’s the thrill in every heart attack

Says “I’m yours,” then breaks the rules

Drives me mad and plays it cool

She’s chaos in a painted dress

And I can’t quit that kind of mess

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She’s my velvet vice

Sweet with a deadly price

Wraps me up, turns me out

Takes my soul, runs her mouth

I know she’s wrong, but damn, she’s right

Addicted to that every night

Yeah, she bleeds desire and ice

She’s my velvet vice

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Yeah, she leaves scars you learn to love

Bites down slow, fits like a glove

Every sin I try to shake

She just gives — and I break

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She’s my velvet vice

Sweet with a deadly price

Wraps me up, turns me out

Takes my soul, runs her mouth

I know she’s wrong, but damn, she’s right

Can’t stop craving that midnight bite

Yeah, she bleeds desire and ice

She’s my velvet…

She’s my velvet vice