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 disfunction 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 disfunction 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