She Once Said I Was a Romantic

Reality is knocking your door down

And it pounds into your head

How bad you fucked things up

You scorpion woman

You have the devil's mouth, and you have scales for skin

And a snake's venom isn't as potent

As the deceitful sounds made from the hole

In your painted on face

You're a tree, you're a tree

You're a tree bent by the wind

You're a tree, you're a tree

You're a tree bent by the wind

You're a tree, you're a tree

You're a tree bent by the wind