What is it about her?
Her cocky grin, feathery hair,
Her curved cheek, her sharp stare?
What is it about her?
Her long fingers, thin arms,
Her smooth lies, her dark charm?
There's just something about her.
Her blind courage, her brave heart,
Those little things about her,
The qualities that set her apart.
Her manner is mocking, harsh and critical,
Her mind is strictly analytical,
Her heart is cold, and black as coal,
So that all hope was lost in saving her soul.
And hidden inside her there always has been
A war between evils she never can win.
There's something about her, her legacy's law.
A traitorous penchant.
Her one fatal flaw.
And without it, this curse, her fervor to lie,
She'd repent her mistakes.
Why, she'd do it or die.
But until that day when time fall apart,
She'll have to survive
With her renegade heart.
If you catch her, perhaps, in mid-examination
You may find she is wrapped in enthralled rumination
Of a thought.
Of a thought .
Of a thought.
Of a game.