She Tortures The Fool

SHE TORTURES THE FOOL - Written by Carroll Bryant 

She walks through the mist of the fog that's hanging low

She's got a smile on her face but you can't see her soul

And she'll scratch you to death 

And stand there just to watch you bleed

And she will always say yes, and then no because she's a "B"

She tortures the fool who tries to take her heart 

She tortures the fool and then rips his world apart 

She tortures the fool who thinks he is in love

She tortures the fool and the fool cannot get enough 

She wears the clothes that teases all of the guys 

She's got a mind and she knows that they will fall for all of her lies 

And she will eat your flesh 

And drink the blood that is love 

And she will lay in your bed until what you see

You won't touch

She tortures the fool who tries to take her heart 

She tortures the fool and then rips his world apart 

She tortures the fool who thinks he is in love

She tortures the fool and the fool cannot get enough

She'll sacrifice the loneliest mans pain 

She'll act real nice and then watch as his love goes in vain

(The laughter)

And she'll eat you for lunch and then drink the blood that is love

She's a crafty, evil bitch because you can look

But you can't touch 

And she will take you by the balls and squeeze you until you are crunched

And she will take off her dress

Look, but you can't touch 

She walks through the mist of the fog that's hanging low

She's got a smile on her face but you can't see her soul

And she'll scratch you to death 

And stand there just to watch you bleed

And she will always say yes, and then no because she's a "B"

She tortures the fool who tries to take her heart 

She tortures the fool and then rips his world apart 

She tortures the fool who thinks he is in love

She tortures the fool and the fool cannot get enough 

She tortures the fool ... until that fool is done