She knows - about all the evil in this world
She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls
She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip
Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She says - come on and swing away from blue
She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue
She's got the power to make things turn out right
Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
Eyes limped and pools of passion
Lips of deepest darkest damson
Fingers probing show white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin
She knows - we've got nothing more to prove
She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes
She says let's check out of this haunted hotel
Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She drags my world awake
The Damned - She Lyrics
The Damned - She Lyrics
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She knows - about all the evil in this world
She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls
She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip
Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She says - come on and swing away from blue
She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue
She's got the power to make things turn out right
Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
Eyes limped and pools of passion
Lips of deepest darkest damson
Fingers probing show white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin
She knows - we've got nothing more to prove
She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes
She says let's check out of this haunted hotel
Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She drags my world awake
She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls
She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip
Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She says - come on and swing away from blue
She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue
She's got the power to make things turn out right
Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
Eyes limped and pools of passion
Lips of deepest darkest damson
Fingers probing show white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin
She knows - we've got nothing more to prove
She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes
She says let's check out of this haunted hotel
Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
She drags my world awake
Writer: DAVID VANIAN, RAYMOND IAN BURNS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management