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 lose 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 awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
