She Is a Wicked Thing
She is a wicked thing,
With the black heart she brings,
Lures with the rapture of her kiss,
And a love of perfect bliss.
She will cut you like a knife,
Bringing misery into your life,
So I warn you she is a wicked thing,
Spewing heartache like you've never seen.
Beautiful and sparkling like new gold,
Dark inside, deceitful and old,
Laughing while your heart is breaking,
Ripping out your soul she is taking.
I know her quiet well you see,
Because she easily destroyed me,
On to her next conquest seen,
She is a wicked thing.
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