| Dressed as seduction she’s curious and cruel
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| She steals her way into your trust
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| And first you want her kiss and then you want her more
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| And then she’ll have you crawling in the dust
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| Don’t speak to me of dignity don’t speak to me of love
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| Don’t talk to me of sanctity don’t talk to me of love
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| She’s hungry as the hunter and she’s shooting for the thrill
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| She’s hungry as the hunter and she shoots to kill
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| The swastika a grinning skull tattooed on your arm
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| The needle and the damage done
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| The heresy of romance with the lady in white
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| And the beautiful and damned die young
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| Don’t count on me for sympathy don’t come to me for love
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| Don’t talk to me of liberty don’t talk to me of love
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| She’s hungry as the hunter and she’s shooting for the thrill
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| She’s hungry as the hunter she shoots to kill
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| You’ve gone to the devil god rest your soul
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| A shot in your arm is like a knife in my back
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| Addiction to the lady coursing through your veins
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| She holds the whip you love to crack
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| Don’t talk to me of serenity don’t talk to me of love
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| Don’t speak to me of divinity don’t speak to me of love
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| She’s hungry as the hunter and she’s prowling like the hound
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| She’s hungry as the hunter she’ll track you down
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| She’s hungry as the hunter and she’s shooting for the thrill
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| She’s hungry as the hunter she shoots to kill |