You are like Satan's spell
Why do you make our lives such hell
On your fingers you make us dance
Whatever you think is our inescapable chance
Your ogre like figure has made my veins slain
Life is not such a big game
I know you like the women of the night
But I'm too scared to put up a fight
You're not bad, only your eyes pry
Please, don't make my mother cry.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
You are like Satan's spell
Why do you make our lives such hell
On your fingers you make us dance
Whatever you think is our inescapable chance
Your ogre like figure has made my veins slain
Life is not such a big game
I know you like the women of the night
But I'm too scared to put up a fight
You're not bad, only your eyes pry
Please, don't make my mother cry.
