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