Don't Burn Your Lips

I'm just a country boy, lost in the town
Playing hide and seek, wanting to be found
I'm drowning in a ditch, they don't understand to die
I bet a dime they won't find me alive

Lady sings the blues, her lips are catching fire
She lies like a wizard does, I listen and admire
Her beer is full of tears, waiter gives her all his tips
She hypnotizes people with their whips

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette
Give it to me

A boy meets a girls like that, a boy who's never hunted
The best thing he knows is to know that he is wanted
She wants to show him places, she don't know much about them
but she recognizes all the faces

She takes me to a ride, I never fall asleep
I don't care if I get tired, we're no here to weep
She let me buy her all her drinks, to buy her eighty things
Confused of all this fuzz around me

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette
Give it to me

When I came to this town my currency was gold
Im wanted the world but it was already sold
Now club's are closed and I'm on hold, yet I don't see a soul
Who'll fix a hole in almost brand new soul?

I threw my darts away, yet I was willing to stay
Found a stone on the street, filled the empty place
Put my face in empty pocket, it has no warmth to give
You will learn as long as you will live

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette
Give it to me