Letra Miss roulette Mikol Frachey

Miss roulette

Long term strategy in a life that is short Burning cigarette in the hand of a corp Custom made Vera Wang covered in dirt Loud chaos shut down in words

Scarred face, southern look Hunger of fame, humble roots
She’s Miss Roulette
She play with fire while he place the bets On black she pulls the trigger
On red she calls her lover
A double-heart revolver with some big dreams They callher Miss Roulette

A bit of vanity of homecoming prom Tiffany’s initial charm bought with her work A creepy calm before the storm
She has breakfast like Audrey in a world of Monroes
Sharp blades, altered mood
Good at the game, not good at the rules
She’s Miss Roulette
She plays with fire while he place her bets On black she pulls the trigger
On red she calls her lover
A double-hearts revolver with some big dreams They call her Miss Roulette
They call her Miss Roulette

Tic Tac, her heels En Plein, she wins
Carré to dethrone the king Repeat again what she’ll never be
Come say again what a girl can’t be
I think you won’t say again what girls can’t be You won’t say it again
Don’t mess up with her
No fight with her oh no no yeah
She’s Miss Roulette
She plays with fire while she place her bets On black she pulls the trigger
On red she calls her lover
A double-hearts revolver with some big dreams They call her Miss Roulette
Yeah I’m Miss Roulette