A bloody razor blade cut.
And you know she's awake,
with her eyes blood shot.
She's the girl for you.
A hand raised, cold shoulder.
You know she's the liar, liar,
looking over her shoulder.
She's the girl for you
A lit match held in hand.
You know she's out to get you,
anger in heart, she's a fan.
She's the girl for you.
Eyes blood shot, match in hand.
She's your girl.
Hands so cold, she's a fan.
She's your girl.
So tired, you're meant to lose,
when she's on the loose.
She's got your head in a noose.
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