Stone Cold Is The Woman's Heart

The woman moves in mysterious ways

Her miracles to defend

She is patient as your enemy

Triumphant as your friend

She lures her prey with sleight of hand

And scores with a poisoned dart

Who knows why

Deep down inside

Stone cold is the woman's heart.

The woman has the cutting tongue

But the man still has his pride

The fire may long have burned out

But he smoulders deep inside

The drama calls for a leading man

He hungers for the part

She will set you up

Let you down

Lay your body low

She will lead you to believe

THat you have nowhere else to go

She is sorcery

In every way a perfect work of art

The woman has the frigid touch

Still the memories remain

She has clothed herself in loneliness

And learned to wear the pain

She has run the race

In many's the way

But ends back at the start.