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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 yield 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 snow white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin
She knows
We've got nothing more to lose
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
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 is the reasoning that makes life swing
Come on and swing away from blue
She says
Don't yield 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 is the reasoning that makes life swing
Lips of deepest darkest damson
Fingers probing snow white skin
Like a leather disciplinary
Looking rather predatory
Like an emissary of sin
We've got nothing more to lose
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 is the reasoning that makes life swing
She makes me feel like a king
She is the reasoning that makes life swing
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This was written by Dave Vanian for his wife, Patricia Morrison. Unless I'm mistaken.
The lyrics are self-explanatory. :)
I got to hang on a bus with the band after a show in Orlando years ago, just after Grave Disorder came out. Weird show in a smallish place. The Toilet Boys opened for them. Anyways, getting into the show, me and my friend Brian were waiting in line when Monty came up and was trying to get inside at the front door and the bouncer had no idea who he was and wasn't going to let him in. We (me and my friend) affirmed who he was since Monty wasn't being all that articulate. In thanks, Monty brought us...
I got to hang on a bus with the band after a show in Orlando years ago, just after Grave Disorder came out. Weird show in a smallish place. The Toilet Boys opened for them. Anyways, getting into the show, me and my friend Brian were waiting in line when Monty came up and was trying to get inside at the front door and the bouncer had no idea who he was and wasn't going to let him in. We (me and my friend) affirmed who he was since Monty wasn't being all that articulate. In thanks, Monty brought us in with him so we got to hang out while the show was still being set up. After the show, which was awesome, we were invited to join the band on their tour bus. Was a weird scene. The rest of the band was cool, but David clearly didn't want us there. He was working on two groupies while Patricia was there talking to my friend Brian. ...strange, but fun, night.