Deamon

Black, so black are the eyes of the lady,
They throw sharp arrows of poison and fire.
Black, so black is her hair and it's waving,
The look you set upon her is gonna mistify her.
They say the lady is a deamon,
'Cause they melt as they look in her eyes.
And she fades like a ghost when they see her,
But what if she's an angel in disguise?

REFRAIN
Deamon,
Black eyes shine through the night,
Lips glow in the candle light.
Demon,
Run unless you want
To get crucified.
Deamon,
Soon by love
You'll be sanctified.
Demon.

Cold, so cold are the hands of the lady,
But her blood is a vulcano in her veins.
Red, so red are her lips and she's maybe
Gonna set on your lips her fatal kiss.
They say the lady is a deamon,
'Cause they melt as they look in her eyes.
And she fades like a ghost when they see her,
But what if she's an angel in disguise?

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