True Romance
Burnman Lyrics

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Red! Red! that's what she said. Red! Red! That's what she said, and I said fuck yes! The bled, the dead, your speckled dress. My baby, she's dancing, fragrancing like powder burn and gun oil. These boys they got cocky, unlucky, now they're sleeping under topsoil. Pistol on safety and kiss me you raving busty thing. A sunset stretched pavement, a pink bouquet of bodies in the backseat.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Burnman's song "True Romance" depict a scene of passionate romance, which is reflected in the imagery of dancing, fragrances, and a pink bouquet of bodies in the backseat. The use of the color red may symbolize passion and intensity, as the singer recalls his lover's words of "red" in describing an unknown experience. The phrase "fuck yes" suggests a strong desire and a willingness to take risks for the sake of this romance.

The line "fragrancing like powder burn and gun oil" adds a hint of danger to the sensuality, implying a connection between the passion of the lovers and the violence of weaponry. The mention of boys sleeping under topsoil suggests that there are consequences to these risks, and that the singer and his lover are perhaps living life on the edge. The line "pistol on safety and kiss me you raving busty thing" combines both danger and passion, as the singer expresses a desire for both safety and intimacy in this situation.

Line by Line Meaning

Red! Red! that's what she said.
She exclaimed the color red, emphasized it enough to repeat it twice.

Red! Red! That's what she said, and I said fuck yes!
The singer responded positively to the color red being mentioned twice, expressing excitement and agreement.

The bled, the dead, your speckled dress.
The singer references blood and death in relation to a specific dress that appears to have a pattern of some sort.

My baby, she's dancing, fragrancing like powder burn and gun oil.
The artist's significant other is dancing and leaving behind a scent reminiscent of a mixture of explosives and weaponry.

These boys they got cocky, unlucky, now they're sleeping under topsoil.
Males who were overly confident faced the consequences of their actions, resulting in their death and burial.

Pistol on safety and kiss me you raving busty thing.
The singer's firearm was secured properly, and they asked their energetic, large-chested partner to kiss them.

A sunset stretched pavement, a pink bouquet of bodies in the backseat.
The scene is described as a sunset illuminating a road with a cluster of pink bodies present in the back of the vehicle.

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