The candlelight reflects across the scars upon her arm
And they shine, like her eyes, in the dark
My fingers trace across them, exactly as they are
She looks her best dressed only in her scars
She's prettiest dressed only in her scars
Girl, don't stop messimg with my mind
Woman, don't stop messing with my mind
Lady, don't stop messingmwith my body
'Cause I like the way you mess with me
I like the way you mess with me girl
Dark dreams she feeds to me
Dark chocalate too, and I can see
My own dark dreams reflected in her eyes
My fimgers trace across them, exacly as they are
She looks her best dressed only in her scars
She's prettiest dressed only in her scars