She (Makes The Devil Run Through Me)

She walks her feet through tired streets
Be careful not to break the glass
She's a twenty-fucking-something, just hungry for loving
She is fresh trash, more than pure class

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home

She speaks only lies, through straining eyes
Is careful not t ruin her charm
She makes the devil run through me, she has the cruelest of beauty
She is the needle, not the vein in your arm

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home

So stop me before I hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though I hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home
I still wouldn't take
You home



Credits
Writer(s): Angelo Badalamenti, Marianne Faithfull
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