I like it    I don't like it

She's an emotion avenger

she is the villain who sends a

Line of dark fantastic passion

She knows that you will surrender

Knows that you will surrender


you want this fantastic passion

well have fantastic passion

You can feel her lips undress your eyes

Why should ugly skin that never feels...


Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it

this was an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it

Words of love, words so leisured

Words are poisoned darts of pleasure

die...


Yes, she's in her black mood tonight

Watch her dye your black hair right

Love you of you, all muscles slacken

all the skin that was so tight


So ask for a reason

Ask for any reason

Ask for the one reply

for the one reply


Try for reason

but passion never lives

it dies with reason

Try for reason

then die