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SWALLA DOLLARS

YEAH (By Dollavfx)

yes to heaven

maria

feather

good graces

Some women bake cookies. Others bake men. 🍪🔥

This one doesn’t cry over text messages — she writes them in gasoline and signs off with a match. “Let Him Burn” is a sweet little lullaby for the emotionally flammable: sugar-coated, perfume-scented, and completely uninsurable.

Our heroine doesn’t ghost — she evaporates.
He thought he’d found an angel. Turns out it was arson with eyeliner.

If you’ve ever danced away from a disaster in high heels, or watched your ex’s ego slowly melt like candle wax on a summer night — this one’s for you.

💋 Listen responsibly.
🔥 Avoid open flames.
💔 Batteries not included.

Lyrics:

I smile like sugar, drip sweet on his tongue,
Whisper velvet lies until his armor comes undone.
Hold him close — a moth to my flame,
One spark later, he won’t be the same.

He thinks I’m heaven, he thinks I’m kind,
But I’m the storm that rewires his mind.
No mercy, no saving grace tonight —
Just perfume smoke and candlelight.

And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn,
Watch the fire take its turn, turn, turn, turn.
I flick the match, I never learn, learn, learn, learn —
And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn.

He’s crawling through the ashes, still calling my name,
But I’m already dancing in somebody else’s flame.
His love’s a ruin, my heart’s a stage,
I write his pain on every page.

He gave me everything, begged for more,
Now his soul’s a lock I tore.
No footprints left, I disappear,
The devil’s muse with a souvenir.

And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn,
Watch the fire take its turn, turn, turn, turn.
I flick the match, I never learn, learn, learn, learn —
And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn.

Call it art, call it sin,
I light them up and breathe them in.
They melt like wax beneath my touch,
I never loved them half as much.

And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn,
No return, no concern — let it burn, burn, burn.
I smile as the shadows twist and churn,
And so I’m gonna let him burn, burn, burn, burn.

The smoke is quiet, the lesson learned,
No tears — just ashes where he burned

feather

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