His name was Joe, sweet talk and flow
They met by the river right down by the boat
There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
The devil is the one who makes the angel cry
Her name was Jane just a pretty face
Devil by night but angel by day
A little lightheaded but not a lot of brain
Just crave the feeling of summer rain

Sings in the shower for a couple hours
Wait for the day when he brings rotten flowеrs
Wait for the day when his words get sour
Sweet thеn sour, sweet then oh

Guy Fawkes got a little dizzy gunpowder, dizzy gunpowder, sweet then sour, sweet just love now
I’m dizzy by the hour, sprinkle your shit, its like kick getting louder

Darlin' your scent is charming, darlin' your scent is charming
Name was Lila liked to dance, had two left feet, she took the chance, semantic spontaneity, one way ticket straight to France

Met old Wilson from the telly, oh he craved pot noodles in his belly, said her big brown eyes looked like pots of honey, said he liked her smile like he likes her money
Oh poke her and pull, play her a fool, she played it cool, he didn’t know what he's got himself into, if he knew, she ain’t a fool

Darlin' your scent is charming, darlin' your scent is charming

Front door closes, sings ring a roses, calms her down while she takes daily doses
Looks in his eyes: in his eyes hypnosis, tears roll down but he takes no notice
Face comes closer, hand on her shoulder, hand on her face while her hands get colder, grabs her neck fierce it no body odour, shuts her eyes, says it’s fine he’s not sober
Darlin' your scent is charming, darlin' your scent is charming, darlin' your scent is charming
I said the devil’s been at work tonight, he’s got what he wanted now he can’t sit tight
Oh grabbed her face, saw her angel eyes then said have another sip of cherry wine: so she had another sip of cherry wine