She Lyrics

Oh she wears a long white dress, paints her hair the darkest black,
Her eyes they are the brown pools were men get lost struggling over the rocks,
Her lips are bitter my friend - they drip with venom,
If you want a taste she'll tilt her head, ask you what you want to perform.

And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.

The lion tamers train their cats for her, over by the river bank,
Men so troubled and men so bold she likes to watch them lose all control,
And she'll watch you soak in your rain coat while Zeus' storms thunder and raw,
If she spots a tear there for her favour she'll invite you in for shelter.

And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.And you'd better blow her mind,
Because she's of that other kind.