With an air of independence
She walks into your domain
You are captured by her beauty
You can feel her taking aim
And the way she lets her hair down
Sets a pounding in your head
But you get the strangest feeling
That she wouldn't care if you were dead
But underneath the cold and staring eyes
Underneath the cut of her replies
Underneath the passionless disguise,
Oh, she cries, she cries,… she cries…
Underneath the show that never dies
Underneath the calculating lies
Underneath emotionless goodbyes, oh, she cries...
She cries… She cries…
My, oh, my, don't you cry
Mama will see to your body and mind
My, oh, my, don't you cry
Mama will see to your body and mind...
From a well detached position,
you can see her targets fall
It seems she doesn't care for anyone
It seems she doesn't care at all
But underneath the cold and staring eyes
Underneath the cut of her replies
Underneath the passionless disguise, she cries...
She cries… She cries…
Underneath the show that never dies
Underneath the calculating lies
Underneath emotionless goodbyes, oh, she cries...
She cries…
She cries…
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