The Sweetest Cyanide

The Sweetest Cyanide (Song Ver)

She has this certain way, this slow sashay,

hip-cocked stance, plenty to say

she empties pews lights the fuse

the black-sheep lady of cool cachet

a crucifixed rate credit-card soul

catwalk presence and eyes of kohl

always first place in cotton or lace

rockin the chance of early parole

a killer stare, like you’re not there

she cannot lose cos she doesn’t care

ask for her hand, don’t make it grand

an Angel tattoo and favourite prayer

she’ll play the game call your name

then cast you aside never the same

love will be ripped your tears sipped

and the heartache will ever remain

she’s by far the sweetest - cyanide

a perfect poison potion - suicide

the blackest widow spider - by your side

lose your heart forever on the Lover’s tide

her sultry lines hide fields of mines

so softly tread and watch the signs

its roll the dice and spin the wheel

do as she says don’t cross the lines

she dreams in verse her talk is terse

if you ask what’s love she’ll say a curse

she wept only once and never again

she keeps the hearts in a velvet purse

she’s by far the sweetest - cyanide

a perfect poison potion - suicide

the blackest widow spider - by your side

lose your heart forever on the Lover’s tide