Uploaded November 2012 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Track Number 13 of the album called Isn't This Supposed To Be Fun!?
LYRICS:
I think you know we're running out of time
You've started dressing up
The mood is ruined by the cheapest wine
That's spilling on your skirt
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
Moved north from New York
But the city life is tugging at her soul
Served whisky to the drunks that haunt the night
Her life is getting old
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
Trading the life she loved for something less
The guilt is setting in
Paying the bills by taking off her dress
The pressure's worn her thin
Pop in the pills to nullify the stress
It's showing through her skin
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire
Soft as the petal
Tough as the thorn
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
Fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
(She wanted more)
Fed to the fire
(She wanted more)
Fed to the fire
No copyright infringement intended. Uploaded for simple and personal pleasure. It's not my intention to violate any copyright.
Track Number 13 of the album called Isn't This Supposed To Be Fun!?
LYRICS:
I think you know we're running out of time
You've started dressing up
The mood is ruined by the cheapest wine
That's spilling on your skirt
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
Moved north from New York
But the city life is tugging at her soul
Served whisky to the drunks that haunt the night
Her life is getting old
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
Trading the life she loved for something less
The guilt is setting in
Paying the bills by taking off her dress
The pressure's worn her thin
Pop in the pills to nullify the stress
It's showing through her skin
She's dressed to kill
I hope this was within her will
Her body's still
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire
Soft as the petal
Tough as the thorn
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
Fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
She wanted more than he could pay
But I was standing beside her (standing beside her)
She bit off more than she could take
And now she's fed to the fire (fed to the fire)
(She wanted more)
Fed to the fire
(She wanted more)
Fed to the fire
No copyright infringement intended. Uploaded for simple and personal pleasure. It's not my intention to violate any copyright.










