Lyrics

Well, here she comes, look at that Watch her legs move like that Eyes like jewel and skin like gold Face like God and breath has gone Super beast around her neck Taste the night, no sleep yet All black clothes tend to arose This is you on the private show I can't even see myself Well, here she comes, look at that I didn't know she's strong like that Fallen angel on her back I didn't know she scratch like that Black clothes tend to arose This is you on the private show Super beast around her neck Taste the night, no sleep yet I can't even see myself
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Van Cleave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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