Thursday, December 31, 2015

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







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