Kiss Of Death

She's an advocate of total destruction

She'll spit in your face

Like a suicidal plague of seduction

She puts you in your place

She's like a serial killer holding onto grace

It's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face

She won't be satisfied until your heart is in her hands

She has a kiss of death and a keen fashion sense

She's a paradox of epic proportion

She's the girl you hate

But her eyes force total seduction

She puts you in your place

She's like a serial killer holding onto grace

It's just her mild dysfunction and her pretty face

She won't be satisfied until your heart is in her hands

She has a kiss of death and a keen fashion sense

Now twitch a little, twist a little bit

Tingle slowly on the Devil's bed

She won't be satisfied until your heart is in her hands

She has a kiss of death and a keen fashion sense