If Looks Could Kill
Maybe just a whore
Maybe you're a
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
Maybe just a whore
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
I promised so much more
Walking through that door became a chore
If looks could kill
If looks could kill
I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for
Bleeding on your porch
I know, I know, I know
Knew that it was too late
But of course
I tried to keep my heart inside
Of my chest but that fell through
Thats why I'm here with her not you
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
I promised so much more
Walking through that door became a chore
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
(If looks could kill)
Maybe just a whore
I promised so much more
Walking through that door became a chore
It's a comfort to know
That you're watching them go
Watch your living scream
Your name
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you needed
Is this what you call our bleeding kids
Take a run for me
Leave them all alone
See their eyes
When their love's so far from home
With a flick of the tounge
And the shake of the hips
And the look in your eye
And the red in your lips
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
I promised so much more
Walking through that door became a chore
If looks could kill
If looks could kill
If looks could kill
I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for, I'm sorry for
Bleeding on your porch
I know, I know, I know
Knew that it wasn't right
But of course I tried
To keep my love inside
Of my chest but that fell through
Well that's why
That's why I'm here with you
Here with you
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
If looks could kill
If looks could, If looks could
You'd be a whore
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
I promised so much more
Walking through that door became a chore
If looks could kill
If looks could kill
If looks could kill you'd be a murderer
Maybe just a whore
Maybe I'm the
Maybe I'm the murderer
Maybe you're the whore
If looks could kill
If looks could, If looks could kill
You'd be a murderer
If looks could kill
You'd be a murderer
Autor(es): BOB GARRETT, JACK S CONRAD