Lyrics She, Untamed - Mode Moderne

She, Untamed

to cherish the night and abandon the day
to act so cute in a stupid way
to speak a single word will only lessen the mood
the pleasure is great when the passion is crude
coursing through her veins
un-willed and un-tamed
pretty face and a bitter tongue
lives will halt when she’s having fun
to commit a crime to fulfill a need
objects in motion tend to gather speed
to pick at an itch, to inflict a wound
her passion is so crude