She

She knows - about all the evil in this world She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip She makes me feel like a king She is the reasoning that makes life swing She says - come on and swing away from blue She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue She's got the power to make things turn out right Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night She makes me feel like a king She is the reasoning that makes life swing Eyes limped and pools of passion Lips of deepest darkest damson Fingers probing show white skin Like a leather disciplinary Looking rather predatory Like an emissary of sin She knows - we've got nothing more to prove She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes She says let's check out of this haunted hotel Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell She makes me feel like a king She is the reasoning that makes life swing She makes me feel like a king She is the reasoning that makes life swing She drags my world awake