She (Makes the Devil Run Through Me)

She walks her feet through tired streets Be careful not to break the glass She's a twenty-fucking-something, just hungry for loving She is fresh trash, more than pure class So stop me before I hurt myself I am a picture of perfect health And even though I hate being alone I still wouldn't take you home She speaks only lies, through straining eyes Is careful not t ruin her charm She makes the devil run through me, she has the cruelest of beauty She is the needle, not the vein in your arm So stop me before I hurt myself I am a picture of perfect health And even though I hate being alone I still wouldn't take you home So stop me before I hurt myself I am a picture of perfect health And even though I hate being alone I still wouldn't take you home I still wouldn't take You home