She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun | |
All loaded and ready to turn | |
And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur | |
With her cellophane skin I can see what’s inside | |
A dark and lonely old heart | |
And her eyes look so empty I don’t know where to start | |
Pain can be so addictive I can’t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create | |
Through the darkness I see | |
What’s appearing to be a girl all dressed in white | |
Suddenly I feel a weakness that can’t be defined | |
Three hours ahead and I can’t get to bed | |
As I lay on linoleum floor | |
And the girl makes me sick | |
But she always gives me more | |
Pain can be so addictive I can’t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create |
She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun | |
All loaded and ready to turn | |
And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur | |
With her cellophane skin I can see what' s inside | |
A dark and lonely old heart | |
And her eyes look so empty I don' t know where to start | |
Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create | |
Through the darkness I see | |
What' s appearing to be a girl all dressed in white | |
Suddenly I feel a weakness that can' t be defined | |
Three hours ahead and I can' t get to bed | |
As I lay on linoleum floor | |
And the girl makes me sick | |
But she always gives me more | |
Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create |
She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun | |
All loaded and ready to turn | |
And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur | |
With her cellophane skin I can see what' s inside | |
A dark and lonely old heart | |
And her eyes look so empty I don' t know where to start | |
Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create | |
Through the darkness I see | |
What' s appearing to be a girl all dressed in white | |
Suddenly I feel a weakness that can' t be defined | |
Three hours ahead and I can' t get to bed | |
As I lay on linoleum floor | |
And the girl makes me sick | |
But she always gives me more | |
Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away | |
From the monster and the devil that I did create |