You can take the diva, but not from the devil
Burn the fire, stoop to her level
Cut off her fingers and her toes
Break her precious freckled nose
You don't know how or why
She has burning red in her eye
You wake up in a sweat
Your bed is ringing wet
Stare at whats on the floor
Pick her up, tired and sore
Her clothes are a flood
Turns out its human blood
Scars mark her snow white skin
Where has your black heart really been?
Her eyes open, troubled and scared
You press forward, your freedom dared
She's fearful of another attack
You kiss her, she kisses back
