My Disease

She's a white line on mirror
She's a red light in the sun
Shes i ain't got no money honey
She's hun you better run

She's a stray cat Señorita
Far from a daddies girl
I know just how I'm gona treat her
As i take her for a whirl

She's all i ever dreamed of
And she's eveything i need
She's my disease
She's my disease

She's come close to me baby
Can i borrow you keys
When i get my motor back
It's who's boots are these

She's a coded conversation
She's a loaded gun
Shes friday night on the town
If you're looking for fun

She's just 18 and undercharged charged
And she looks best with my guitars
And she's my disease
Shes my disease

She does the same thing with all them guys
She mess and plays with their their minds
But will she do the same thing with me
If I treat her differently

Her eyes shut
Lips are cold
A pretty girl
A wicked rose
I bow back to you
I may as well
See you before
I return to hell

I keep coming back for more
As i keep walking this door
Shes my disease
Shes my disease

I keep coming back for more
As I keep walking this door
Shes my disease
Shes my disease
Shes my disease
Shes my disease



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Wilde
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