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
