Femme Fatale

Her bright eyes light up the room But nobody knows what she's up to (What you up to girl) She works nine to five Doesn't have time for silly guys (What's your secret girl) Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy Cause I'm pretty tired of reality I know you barely know me, but what's the risk I'm running out of time So just make it quick So tell me how She can't see what I see Give her all the credit that she ever needs (You got this girl) You dripped down The whole town knows The world stops Case now closed You know damn well she's a killer Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy Cause I'm pretty tired of reality Like a god, give her respect Femme Fatale She hasn't finished yet All that power She controls the weather You can tell that Her mama taught her better Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy Cause I'm pretty tired of reality I know you barely know me, but what's the risk I'm running out of time So just make it quick Let me get a glimpse of your fantasy Cause I'm pretty tired of reality I know you barely know me, but what's the risk I'm running out of time, so just make it quick Running out of time, so just make it quick Running out of time, so just make it quick I'm running out of time, so just make it