Charming Fucker His backlit silhouette’s filled with tales glowing of charming fuckers he’s a charming fucker himself ya know his haunting outline’s filling in with details I’m real proud of he should be real proud of them himself I’ve gotta stop listening to suicidal songwriters not that I’m gettin’ ideas it’s just that they bring me down as deep as this low slung guitar bow your pretty head oh pray to me, pray to me you need a god so bad don’tcha baby ah pray to me, pray to me I’m the fire that burns on shadows darker than moods he’s swingin’ you see, I’m a charming fucker myself ya know And he came to me on a Saturday night and he felt the old religion He knelt before me numb and blind and sighed Oh don’t stop listening to suicidal songwriters It’s not a bad idea swinging hard and low like this guitar watch how they surround her stealing what he knows belongs to only him leave her as you’ve found her bleeding for your every sin smiling with that sinful grin selfish fools can’t take her in her tragic heart belongs to him bow your pretty head…. words and music by Jeannette My Playground Music, BMI