Crashdiet

Sweet talkin' jive
Still lookin' fine
She's got the reputation catcher of your eye
Secrets align
Behind her smile
Evening arives
Reveals her crimes
Watch yer tounge
Makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down
Like a storm wind sweeping by
She is one of few
A bit too rude
The fatal tragedy calling out on you
Sense of my voice
Her toxic toyz
That's all she wears
Her lust for nightmares
Watch yer tounge
Makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down
Like a storm wind sweeping by
Sinner she's gone wild
Sinner she makes you smile
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to draw the line
From within the takes you down
Like a storm wind sweeping by