Valerie Broussard - Killer

Standing on the highway with my thumb out

Everybody’s passing but you slowed down

And my heart is telling me to turn round

But my body wants me to stay


Looking sweet but boy I know you sneaky

With trophies in your backseat

All the girls that came before were easy

Before you met me


They told me you a killer, a killer

I saw your collection of hearts and I shoulda known better, better

‘Cause they told me you a killer, a killer

And I’ve got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller