Pretty Little Sin

There she is. Trouble in a doorway.

Verse 1 She don't knock, she just lets the screen door talk Smile like a verse the Bible forgot Wears the kind of red you don't bring home Leaves a fingerprint on everything I own My mama warned me with a Sunday voice Said some doors ain't a door, they're a choice I heard her, I did, and I turned the lock Some sins you don't run from, you walk

Pre-Chorus Hands like a hymn Eyes like a knife Cleanest little ruin Of my whole life

Chorus You're a pretty little sin The kind a preacher keeps a secret Come back, devil, do it again Prettiest little sin I never confessed

Verse 2 She counts my weakness like a string of pearls Knows the exact word that ends my world I keep a clean shirt and an empty pew Both of 'em hanging there 'cause of you She don't lie, that's the cruelest part Just tells the truth straight into my heart I could leave, I could pray, I could run But I like the way the damage gets done

Pre-Chorus Hands like a hymn Eyes like a knife Cleanest little ruin Of my whole life

Chorus You're a pretty little sin The kind a preacher keeps a secret Come back, devil, do it again Prettiest little sin I never confessed

Bridge I'll see you in the bad place, I suppose With that same red dress and that same pose And I'll smile like I smiled the day I fell Some heavens ain't worth a sin this well You're a pretty little sin The kind a preacher keeps a secret Come back, devil, do it again Prettiest little sin I never confessed

Outro Prettiest little sin I never confessed

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