She's Dangerous
Oh, she's dangerous
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
So deliciously malicious
What you gonna do
When she asks you to
Be her man
She got a pill that'll make you see
A million different eyes
Staring from the sky at you
Watching your every move
One more step boy
And you're gonna be dancing
That disappearing groove
Some say she's possessed
But I wouldn't say the same
She just collects little Mexican dolls
You better
Hope none of them got your name
Cuz' she's religious
And she talks to the saints
Voodoo's too good of a word
But lust, ain't that more like
The name of her game
Oh, she's dangerous
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
So perniciously promiscuous
What you gonna do
When she asks you to
Be her man
Dream up a fairly tale scene
Then you dip it in wine
Percolate your innermost desires
Separate the flame from the fire
And that's how she
Loosens up your spine
Once inside there'll be
Only one thing left on your mind
Dame mas mamita
I told you she's dangerous
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
Just like one big bad hippopotamus
What you gonna do
When the hour glass
Runs out sand
What you gonna do
When you gaze upon Candyland
What you gonna do
When she just begs for you
To be her man
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
So deliciously malicious
What you gonna do
When she asks you to
Be her man
She got a pill that'll make you see
A million different eyes
Staring from the sky at you
Watching your every move
One more step boy
And you're gonna be dancing
That disappearing groove
Some say she's possessed
But I wouldn't say the same
She just collects little Mexican dolls
You better
Hope none of them got your name
Cuz' she's religious
And she talks to the saints
Voodoo's too good of a word
But lust, ain't that more like
The name of her game
Oh, she's dangerous
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
So perniciously promiscuous
What you gonna do
When she asks you to
Be her man
Dream up a fairly tale scene
Then you dip it in wine
Percolate your innermost desires
Separate the flame from the fire
And that's how she
Loosens up your spine
Once inside there'll be
Only one thing left on your mind
Dame mas mamita
I told you she's dangerous
She got a sword for a hand
So dangerous, yeah
Just like one big bad hippopotamus
What you gonna do
When the hour glass
Runs out sand
What you gonna do
When you gaze upon Candyland
What you gonna do
When she just begs for you
To be her man
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony Shanks
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