Sinner.
His quick wits, His sharp tongue, Nastier words have never been sung.
His cold eyes, His pale skin, My addiction is darker than sin.
His arrogance, Animosity, Obscure what lies within,
Yet as I want, I know its wrong, It seems that I can't win.
His quick wits, His sharp tongue, Nastier words have never been sung.
His cold eyes, His pale skin, My addiction is darker than sin.
His arrogance, Animosity, Obscure what lies within,
Yet as I want, I know its wrong, It seems that I can't win.
