The Damned - She

Tema: She
Banda: The Damned
Álbum: Grave Disorder
Año: 2001

She knows
About all the evil in this world
She knows
What blackness lurks in our souls
She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip
Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip

She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing

She says
Come on and swing away from blue
She says
Don't yield to it's atmospheric hue
She's got the power to make things turn out right
Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night

She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing

Eyes limped and pools of passion
Lips of deepest darkest damson
Fingers probing snow white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin

She knows
That we've got nothing more to lose
She knows
We're dancing in a dead man's shoes
She says let's check out of this haunted hotel
Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell

She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing

She drags my world awake