She
she
there
you
she
for no chains could try to hold her tonight

and when you
if she
she put her pedal to the metal
screaming that she won

she
kissing her knife she
man to the slaughter
wild in the sheels...man she

she
and by the look of her face
it
her aim is steady, in for the attack
and she may purr like a cat
but her glaws will leave some scars on your back

in the jungle night
she
and the candlelight
is no place to face the lion alone

she
so much better than the others before
but you pay her debt
when you fly without a net
and you fall...you fall...