She dances easy and slow, you’re transfixed by her movement.
That painted faced fallen angel with the intoxicating perfume.
Will start hammers pounding in your skull
She’ll sell you the lies you want to hear
For a while you’ll be the only man she’s ever known.
You’ll fall for the name that was never hers.
She’ll take advantage of the pain while making it dissipate.
She’s not a dream, she’s not an angel or the devil.
She’s just a woman making her way in this world.
With what the world gave her.