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.