Conchita Wurst - Mrs Thomas

Sometimes your heart feels lost in the desert
Every decision like a move to a deathtrap
Hungry for passion and thirsty for love
When you're looking for shelter she is your mirage

Honeyed words like quicksand you will drown
Although she never makes a promise
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas

Her skin seems like silk but it is bulletproof
They roll off like raindrops on a rose
She orders champagne in the darkest saloon
The wolves cry for her and turn away from the moon

Honeyed words like quicksand you will drown
Although she never makes a promise
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas

She's the babe who will take you down 'cause she
She is Mrs Thomas

Honeyed words like quicksand you will drown
Although she never makes a promise
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas
She is Mrs Thomas