She shares with you kisses of innocence....
then takes what she needs.
She is a black rose with bloody thorns ~
laughing as you fall to your knees.
Hearing the echos of bitch
and loving the praise .
At night she forms the shadow of a witch...
and you fall victim to her wicked wayz.
the way she plays with sexual seduction
in her bed.
Her flesh rides the bone and louder she moans ~
twisted in satin sheets bloody red.
I traded my soul for lust...
i felt the pleasure behind every thrust
now in darkness i live no more days.
Captured by her spell , lost in the shadows i dwell...
a slave to her wicked wayz.