She wears an angels smile in front of tied up eyes,
bittersweet and strange to realize.
Words surround her female art by lips of cherry done,
assuring me that innocence is gone.
A spark she sets has grown into a sea of flames.
A razors tongue walks back around my neck….
This evil love has got me bad,
shootin' from my toes up to my head.
This evil love it keeps me going on,
straight from hell or sent from heaven above-
Evil love!!
Just like a shadow in the night she disappears,
awakening a handful of fears.
As she moves, she grooves a dream into my head,
paint it down in burning red.
Suddenly she turns her back against myself and then
she whispers, catch me if you can….
This evil love has got me bad,
shootin' from my toes up to my head.
This evil love it keeps me going on,
straight from hell or sent from heaven above-
Evil love!!
