She’s a killer. A real cold killer.
She’ll drive you out to the back just to kiss — And attack your will!
She’s a monster? A real soft winner.
Her heart is pumping her blood. It ain’t feeling, or loving, or good.
She’ll bring the wrong sound from the underground.
She’s got a new bag, love in every town.
She’s got a cold, dead spirit in her house.
I’ve got a feeling that I will be next in her line to fail!
She’s a vulture in a land of fire.
She picks and she chews, and she’s hungry for news to spread.
She’s a dancer, and she moves like water.
She bends and she flows, and you’ll drown if you go too deep.
She’ll bring the wrong sound from the underground.
She’s got a new bag, love in every town.
She’s got a cold, dead spirit in her house.
I’ve got a feeling that I will be next in her line to fail!
She’s a killer! A real cold killer!
She’ll drive you out to the back — Then she’ll kill and attack your will!
She’s a monster! A real soft winner!
Her heart is pumping her blood. It ain’t feeling, or loving, or good.
She’s no good
(Thanks to Jetzer for these lyrics)