She knows - about all the evil in this world

She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls

She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip

Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip 



She makes me feel like a king

She is the reasoning that makes life swing 



She says - come on and swing away from blue

She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue

She's got the power to make things turn out right

Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night 



She makes me feel like a king

She is the reasoning that makes life swing 



Eyes limped and pools of passion

Lips of deepest darkest damson

Fingers probing show white skin

Like a leather disciplinary

Looking rather predatory

Like an emissary of sin 



She knows - we've got nothing more to prove

She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes

She says let's check out of this haunted hotel

Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell 



She makes me feel like a king

She is the reasoning that makes life swing

She makes me feel like a king

She is the reasoning that makes life swing 



She drags my world awake