Hook, Line & Sinker (Royal Blood)

She’s got the devil on one shoulder And the other’s getting colder She looks so good but it’s not feeling nearly like it’s supposed to Going sold Going sold Going gone Then she drags me by one finer To her lips Hook line & sinker Honey I’m a sucker when you linger Give me everything I want Cos you know I won’t go Till I’m gone Say my name again Tell me your caught in the middle Caught in the middle And you’re begging for me to stay Cos every now and then My love calls like a whistle It calls like a whistle And it’s blowing your mind again Got you crawling in the shadows To the smoke of the tobacco Burning slowly out the window And which every way it blows There you go There you go There you go I’m a slave to your addiction Your affection And your friction I’ve got all the money to buy exactly what I want But you’re not for sale Honey no second chances Oh no