Red lipstick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
James Dean on the low

Dean on the low

I ask you,
‘What's the matter?’
You say,
‘Oh, it’s nothing at all’
Heart's racing, outta control
And you knew, that I couldn't let it go

You used to be this boy I loved
And I used to be this girl of your dreams
Who knew the course of this one drive
Injured us fatally
You took the best years of my life
I took the best years of your life
Felt like love [bad word] me in the night
I pray that love don't strike twice

Red lipstick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
James Dean on the low

What's love without tragedy?
What's love without tragedy?
(Marilyn Monroe)
What's love without tragedy?
What's love without tragedy?