Lyrics

She wears her sex like a crown She tears the little boys to pieces When they come around She's pretty like a magazine I am her victim And how she loves to watch me bleed But when she smiles Once in a while Without the meanness Without the style And I can see The fine woman she can be I take my place in line Suffer her design Waiting for my diadem to shine I don't know what I'm going to do She robs my reason, And rest assured she knows it, too If I were stronger I would leave A righteous treason O'er which I know she would not grieve But when she smiles Once in a while Without the meanness Without the style And I can see The fine woman she can be I take my place in line Suffer her design Waiting for my diadem to shine The morning comes and I descend Down from my dream state, To the car around the bend The Blue horizon beckons me The crowded freeway Takes me to my destiny 'Cause when she smiles Once in a while Without the meanness Without the style And I can see The fine woman she can be I take my place in line Suffer her design Waiting for my diadem to shine
Writer(s): Bill Deasy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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