Belladona

My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona

She said she was an accountant, worked on Wall Street in New York (mm)
About five foot something, plus she was a real control freak (uh-huh)
She asked about Ronny, about Diego, about John
I said: Oh! You want, baby, a hot tub soak?
And accidentally dropped the hairdryer in the tub

My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona

At the bar, I met Tomás, and he was drinking way too much
Mm, he had no problem, but drunk, he hit on my cousin
My mom always told me: Out of sight, out of mind
That’s why I closed my eyes when he closed them for good

Fernando Vicente? (Stop, the cowboy fuckboy!)
Who’s that with?
No, the stud (ah!)
Ah, haha, anyways

The sex was wild, uh
But the bastard wanted to ride them all (agh)
I don’t think I was the first, but
I was his final destination (muah)

My love, baby, uh, la-la (uh, la-la)
Running again down the 101 (101)
If love kills you, I’m a criminal (criminal)
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona

My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal (ah-ah-ah)
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona

What a danger it is to love
The heart as an enemy is a double-edged sword
It cuts deeper when it’s broken
If it wasn’t yours, baby, it’s gonna be mine

My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101 (101)
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona

The Belladona
The Belladona
I got the .45 in the glovebox

Mm, haha
K Os
Haha
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