Thrown away and left for dead Fortune found her to his bed Captivated by the power This too would be her hour
Baptized and reborn To his service she was sworn She took her place by his side He would need her as his guide
She may have fell victim to his spell But without her he wouldn’t Stand a chance in hell
She was a Stroke of luck She had the devil's tongue She was a Stroke of luck And all her secrets were sung
A traitor a whore a goddess of death On this conquest she was a heaven sent Through her cunning and her guile She would make it all worth while
She may have fell victim to his spell But without her he wouldn’t Stand a chance in hell
She was a Stroke of luck She had the devil's tongue She was a Stroke of luck And all her secrets were sung
She was a Stroke of luck She had the devil's tongue She was a Stroke of luck And all her secrets were sungTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.