Yours Cruelly

If looks could kill, she'd turn your bones to ash. If kisses were cruel, she'd leave you out on your ass. If words were poison, you'd feel your stomach shift. If love was wicked... If love was wicked... Oh, wait, you know that it is. She looks at me, With her haunted eyes. Her haunted eyes, Like the midnight skies, She's seen too much to disguise, With her haunted eyes. There's too much to hide Behind her haunted eyes No wonder she cries, From her haunted eyes. "There's something behind the smile of this woman, that... reminds me of the Devil" If looks could kill, she'd turn your bones to ash. If kisses were cruel, she'd leave you out on your ass. If words were poison, you'd feel your stomach shift. If love was wicked... If love was wicked... Oh, wait, you know that it is. "There's something behind the smile of this woman, that... reminds me of the Devil."