cary cooper: listen

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you've met her...admit it.

she wears old voices like a winter coat
heavy with worn out conversations
they keep her warm when she's feeling cold
they keep her cold with new relations

so if you buy her smile for just a while
consider what you have to lose

all her angels drink tequila
and all her lovers sing the blues

she wears desire like a forest fire
burning wild and unrequited
you sear your soul if she lays you down
you won't remember how to fight it

but in the ashes you might find regret
is a bitter pill to choose

all her angels drink tequila
and all her lovers sing the blues

she'll pull you in like a moth to a back porch light
she's a foolish sin but she gets you through the night

she wears her demons to the masquerade
like silky feminine disguises
she never whispers not to be afraid
but she knows you're none the wiser

so raise your glass and let your costume fall
like the song you can't refuse

all her angels drink tequila
and all her lovers sing the blues