Mezcal

She's got style
And her lips that are double-edged
Golden hair
And the Moon that comes out of her gaze

And she's striking a pose
Says she's lit and it's not even midnight
I offered her a drink and she wants to get close
Her eyes avoid me
But her lips know me

And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad
And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad

I have to lick my wounds
I already knew she had an edge
I knew she had an edge
I knew I was going to get hooked

And there's nothing I can do
Because her pleasure makes me delirious
When I have her in my bed, she heals me

And when I think of all the harm it does me to be like this
All the things I love come to mind
Even if you're not good for me

And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad
And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad

And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad (do me bad)
And she's like tequila
And her kisses do me good and do me bad
And she's like tequila