...And We All Have A Hell

Every day gets worse,

Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse

You must wonder why I look at you that way

(That way)

Tonight I'll make my way into your house

I must; I'm lusting for your body,

Skin looks tight,

Think I just might have to take a bite

But I know one will turn

To three or four or more my little whore

Tonight, tonight

She's not alone

(Can you taste the wicked in the room?)

Bobbysoxer so pure, so young

(By morning her soul will be gone, gone)

I need a beautiful thing,

Relax baby, that's a good girl

You're like my work of art

I can control, I can contort any

Position that I wish,

I make my fantasy reality

Hold still, it will be over soon

Tonight, tonight

She's not alone

(Can you taste the wicked in the room?)

Bobbysoxer so pure, so young

(By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone)

I blend with the walls so I won't be seen

My love, you smell so...

I took one good look,

I followed you home

Tonight, tonight

She's not alone

(Can you taste the wicked in the room?)

Bobbysoxer so pure, so young

(By morning her soul will be gone)