Maybe

She is on my mind
she's ten feet high
and dressed in black
she is singing ryhmes
of a dying kind
and dressed in black
she is on the run
like a loaded gun
and dressed in black
she loves to hate
when she's on her way
and dressed in black
she will never love again
no way
she will never love again
no way
everything she does
seems like she's trying
to hide away the tears
she's crying
I walk on by
and in my head I feel her pain
she dead
In black



Credits
Writer(s): Allan Flynn, Frank Madden
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