She (Makes The Devil Run Through Me) Lyrics

Pure Love She (Makes The Devil Run Through Me)

She walks her feet through tired streets
Be careful not to break the glass
She's a twenty-fucking-something, just hungry for loving
She is fresh trash, more than pure class

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home

She speaks only lies, through straining eyes
Is careful not t ruin her charm
She makes the devil run through me, she has the cruelest of beauty
She is the needle, not the vein in your arm

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home