She - The Damned

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 yeild 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 show white skin

Like a leather disciplinary

Looking rather predatory

Like an emissary of sin

She knows — we’ve got nothing more to prove

She knows — we’re dancing in a dead mans 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