words so leisured

She's an emotion avenger She is the villain who sends a Line of dark fantastic passion She knows that you will surrender knows that you will surrender You want this fantastic passion Will have fantastic passion You can feel her lips undress your eyes Why should ugly skin that never feels Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it This one is an easy one Feel the word and melt upon it Words of love and words so leisured Woeds are poisoned darts of pleasure Die... Yes she's in a black mood tonight Watch her dye your black hair white Rob you of your muscle, slacken All the skin that was so tight So ask for a reason Ask for any reason Ask for the one reply… Try for reason But passion never lives, it dies with reason Try for reason Then die