She wore red satin Dancing discreetly under stars Love's hatches were battened Riding in freshly painted cars She swore off men With big mouths and no ears As she longed for her story to be told To everyone, young and old
She came from ***** streets Trash bins filled with beer cans But she was born to keep a beat Tapping, tapping her feet Until everyone had gotten up from their seats
She works the stage Like its the only thing she's ever known Pacing and swaying It's where she knew she had truly grown A strong woman With a heart of gold Flowing hair of the angels And a demeanor truly bold
Her daddy was a stern man He'd come home Still with drink in hand Looking to pick a bone But her face could calm Even the most violent of men Her occupation then was diffusing bombs When she got older And realized her life wasn't hers She grew colder Left her father And became the killer Everybody wants