Her lips as red as rage
Her skin like the sunshine in March
Hair as shining as the screen
Legs long like stilts on a clown
Arms coy and mysterious like a movie
She hides as subtle like a guy hiding his feelings
Wrong like a crime
You try to make it right like the light
You know she's so wrong like sunshine in the night
Religion should come first and your eyes should be down like you're praying to the al mighty
Satan plays with your eyes like he's playing with your mind