Th- they call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n Oh they call hern They call her, ohnn Now I don't suppose you known What she wantsn Why she hauntsn Shadows in then Print of then Steps you maken Why she counts then Claret colors letn By every slice ofn The gains you takenn No, no, no n you'll never known Her namen Never get that chancen To perchancen Count the daysn You have untiln You witnessn Her tongue slither 'roundn The dripping red lipsn Spread across her facenn But you'll know hern By the legs full of cutsn The mouth that never shutsn Waving aroundn In a strutn That would start upn A dead man's heartn Just to stop it once morenn Th- they call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n Oh they call hern They call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n They call her, ohn And you're justn Just stupid mann If you think you cann Get away, get awayn Ooh get awaynn Now the good ladyn She's got you sweatingn Eyes locked in her mouthn Of perfect white teethn That so sweet candy coatingn Covering whatn Lies rancid underneathnn And you know you mean to screamn When she's got her claws in deepn But you can't get away becausen She's got this smooth little wayn Of making you bleedn So come, come what mayn But when you're her preyn You're her bitch andn You can't help but praynn Oh lord, oh lordn The things you sayn When you just can't helpn But beg for morenn Th- they call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n Oh they call hern They call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n They call her, ohn And you're justn Just stupid mann If you think you cann Get away, get awayn Ooh get awaynn Yeah there's this flutter in your heartn St- st- stutter on your lipsn All to just have you fall apartn When the teeth come outn To play for a bitn Oh yes you known When she get's to itn You just can't helpn But be into itn When her lips meet woundsn That spit red tears of joyn As your body writhes inn An ecstatic fitnn But one day you'll seen You'll scream there's harmonyn In the harm she's causing men And then surpise, surprisen To see that bloodn Dripping from the sick smilen Behind that sacharine disguisen Oh you're in her sightn So you'll soon know whyn You'll want to keep the light offn When she comes to suck you drynn Ooh, you're a dead mann [Youre a dead man]x6n You're fucking dead mannn Th- they call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n Oh they call hern They call her (ooh)n Th- they call her (ugh)n They call her, ohn And you're justn Just stupid mann If you think you cann Get away, get awayn Oooh you can't get awayn When she wants your bloodnnCopyright 2009-2012 Brian The Magician Lovejoy