Sugar-Kids In The Way

She’s a high fashion love assassin Taking names and playing games is her passion But her perfect world started coming apart The day I broke her cold heart Now she’s hungry for the blood of any boy And she’ll get it ’cause she gets what she wants She’s the devil in black stilettos Don’t cross her, she’s a fully loaded debutante Everybody run, everybody run She looks so sweet when she’s having fun Everybody run, everybody The homecoming queen has got a gun She’s a butcher made of spice and sugar Hand grenades for promenades better suit her But her perfect world started coming apart The day I broke her cold heart Now her enemy is stock society She’ll suck you in and then she’ll blow you away She’s the devil in black stilettos Don’t raise your glass to her cocktail spiked with glycerin It’s a Love Hate Masquerade And she’s got you in her sights [[Category:KIDS IN THE WAY]]

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