- cifra
Sweet talkin' and I still lookin' fine
She's got the reputation catcher of your eye
Secret's a lie
Behind her smile
Evening arrives
Reveals her crimes
What's she done
She makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to drawl the lie
From within she takes you down
Like a storm wind sleeping by
She is one of few
A bit too rude
The fatal tragedy calling out to you
Sense of my voice
Her toxic toyz
That's all she wears
Her lust for nightmares
What's she done
She makes you wanna cry
Alone she is not that shy
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to drawl the lie
From within she takes you down
Like a storm wind sleeping by
Sinner she's gone wild
Sinner makes you smile
Like a sin she comes alive
She begins to drawl the lie
From within she takes you down
Like a storm wind sleeping by
