Lyrics
Put on my best dress, I wanted to impress
Putting on the best dress to make a good impression
I put a little make-up on
Applying makeup to enhance appearance
Put a bow in my hair, wore pretty underwear
Wearing attractive clothing and accessories
Hoping you might take it off
Hoping for intimacy or a deeper connection
Don't know your etiquette
Unsure about social norms or manners
But I'm strapped to my chair
Feeling constrained or stuck
And it ain't 'cause you're pretty
Physical appearance isn't the reason for feeling stuck
You were charming, until
Initially charming behavior
You saw your chance to kill
Seizing an opportunity to harm or betray
Your chance to make history
Using the opportunity to create a negative historical event
You went straight for the knife
Directly going for harm or betrayal
And I prepared to die
Being ready to face the consequences
Your blade it shines
The weapon (knife) is visually striking
Looked me straight in the eye
Confronted directly with the threat
You turned the gas on high
Increasing the intensity or danger
Held the flame alight
Keeping the flame of conflict alive
You wonder why
Questioning the reasons for fear
I'm scared of fire
Fearful of fire, metaphor for destructive actions
You wonder why you make girls cry
Questioning the impact on others
My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess
Messy appearance, reflecting emotional turmoil
Boy, you and your promises
Disappointment in unfulfilled promises
If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss
Failing in the pursuit of genuine love
Now you'll just have memories
Left only with memories, implying a breakup
You went straight for the knife
Repetition of harmful actions
And I prepared to die
Acceptance of the inevitable consequences
Your blade it shines
Reiteration of the striking weapon
Looked me straight in the eye
Direct confrontation with the threat
You turned the gas on high
Escalating the intensity or danger
Held the flame alight
Continuing the conflict
You wonder why
Questioning the reasons for fear
I'm scared of fire
Fearful of fire, metaphor for destructive actions
You wonder why you make girls cry
Questioning the impact on others
Boy, you draw me back in
Being drawn back into a toxic relationship
I'm hungry for your bad loving
Craving unhealthy affection
But will someone find me swinging from the rafters
Contemplating extreme consequences
From hanging on your every word
Becoming emotionally dependent
You went straight for the knife
Repetition of harmful actions
And I prepared to die
Acceptance of the inevitable consequences
Your blade it shines
Reiteration of the striking weapon
Looked me straight in the eye
Direct confrontation with the threat
You turned the gas on high
Escalating the intensity or danger
Held the flame alight
Continuing the conflict
You wonder why
Questioning the reasons for fear
I'm scared of fire
Fearful of fire, metaphor for destructive actions
You wonder why you make girls cry
Questioning the impact on others
You wonder why you make girls cry
Questioning the impact on others, repeated
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