Little Miss

There are girls like that - they smile as if by chance, but beneath that smile, a storm is quietly brewing. They're standing at the bar in light dresses, playing innocent, and everyone around them believes they're saints who have never offended anyone. It's usually people like that who have the sharpest nails and kisses that leave your heart aching for weeks afterward, like a bruise under your ribs. The song is like a warning, but it does it with pleasure - as if saying, "Go ahead, break it, I asked for it myself." A dance of flirtation and self-destruction, where both know how it will end, but it's too late - the ice under their feet cracks sweetly and at the right time.