Prologue
Hey hey hey come on
Drop the beat on us all night long
Cause we're jonasing for a song
So intense that it can't be wrong
D-DJ some bass
Hit the button initiate
Crank it up no time to waste
We already took the bait
We see you in your booth
You're the puppeteer so make us move
(You know my song so better get it on)
We need a new extreme music cool as our attitude
(You know my song so better get it on)
Watch ya doing when there's a situation
Ticking like a bomb it's about to blow
We know you got the song
Bring it on baby let it go-go-go
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat as Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat as Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
I slip it on the night
On the invitation in the lights
(Wanna live it wanna breathe it in)
The hunger of the crowd
Dying to kiss the world goodbye
(Wanna live it wanna breathe it in)
Watch ya doing when there's a situation
Ticking like a bomb it's about to blow
We know you got the song
Bring it on baby let it go-go-go
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat that's Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat as Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
Hey hey come on
Drop the beat on us all night long
Cause we're jonasing for a song
So intense that it can't be wrong
D-DJ some bass
Hit then button initiate
Crack it up no time to waste
We already took the bait
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat as Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
(All the girls say) Wind it up
(All the boys say) Wind it up
More come on and give us more
Drop the beat as Sharp As A Razor
Sharp As A Razor
Dance. I loved it, but it was a secret love, it had to be. Just like my fighting and boxing. I was a black belt in karate, judo and tiquando. I could use a gun and a knife expertly and was a pro at kickboxing and traditional boxing. I was an ace in gymnastics and was overall, pretty deadly- but no one knew. No one could ever know.
Why? You may as? Well to everyone I'm a klutz, always tripping and falling over. But that was just a front. In the criminal world I'm know as 'Shadowgirl' and it's my job to help clear the streets of rapists, drug dealers, murders and just overall crooks.
The press and police my call me a public nuisance, and illegal vigilante but I know that they are secretly glad that I catch criminals and give them infomation that they could have only have got illigally.
I've been dancing and training since I was a child but I only became Shadowgirl four years ago, when I was 13, because I realised how much the world needed someone to help them in ways the police can't. In fact my first mission was saving a child from being kidnapped by some very evil men, they are now tucked up in prison.
Know you must be thinking, how does she hid the cuts and bruises? Well, and this is the weirdist thing about me, I heal fast. I also have inhuman reflexes, my senses are increased. I'm faster then the average human and I'm significantly stronger too. I don't know why I have these powers, I just do; I always have. I started developing my powers when I was 10 and they've only grown stronger over time.
I also have this sort of... sixth sense. I can sense when someone or something dangerious is nearby and it helps me differentiate the drunks from the real crooks; the people who are lost but have good hearts from those with evil intentions and black hearts.
Zinnnnnnng. Zinnnnnnng.
My phone's alarm goes of, signaling it's time for me to pack up and run home so I can put Charlie's dinner on and get to bed as it is first day at Forks High tommorrow and I need to make a good impression.
I grab my training equipment and, reluctantly, leave the big, beautiful meadow I'd decide to practice in, running back to my cover story, oh, er, I mean, my home.
I'm almost the most dangerous person on the planet. Almost.
