She Could Be Satan, For All I Know lyrics

Little angel

Is this not what you had imagined

The world to be like outside of the gutter

Laughter still somehow alive in your eyes

Little angel

Let me get you on the same page, I'll,

Let you on this little secret of mine, too

Much has lately got out right of my hand, ooh

Really I don't get why you keep looking at me like I am the evil one here

It may come as shocking, but

The root to all these problems isn't in me, my dear

Oh believe me I would know

So, so

Why don't we have some fun?

And when a thousand needles are piercing your mind

And the memories are cutting through

Just like a thousand knives

Cast off this pretty disguise

It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurts, does it not to remember

You've seen it all before, so now

Let it all crash and burn, aah

Holy child split at the core

Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell

Little angel

With a knife, she enters the stage and

Rage is the only thing I see in her eyes

No way she's going to get out of this one

Little angel

There are things you cannot change now

Somehow love seems to be the real problem

For him, and for you but know

I am watching, ooh

Still I don't know why you keep looking at me like I am the evil one here

It may come as shocking, but

The root to all these problems isn't in me my dear

Oh believe me, I would know

So, so

So when a thousand needles are piercing your mind

And the memories are cutting through

Just like a thousand knives, aah

Cast off this pretty disguise

It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurt, does it not, to remember

You've seen it all before, so now

Let it all crash and burn, aah

Holy child, split at the core

Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell

So when a thousand needles are piercing your mind

And the memories are cutting through

Just like a thousand knives, aah

Cast off this pretty disguise

It is time to show the world a heart made of ice

It really hurts, does it not, to remember

You've seen it all before, so now

Let it all crash and burn, aah

Holy child, split at the core

Raise the underworld as well

The eight circles of hell

• Artist:Ferry