She knows - about all the evil in this world   She knows - what blackness lurks in our souls   She parts her lips and gives me a literary quip   Sharper and sweeter than any cat-o-nine tails whip       She makes me feel like a king   She is the reasoning that makes life swing       She says - come on and swing away from blue   She says - don't yeild to it's atmospheric hue   She's got the power to make things turn out right   Even in the darkest hour of the very blackest night       She makes me feel like a king   She is the reasoning that makes life swing       Eyes limped and pools of passion   Lips of deepest darkest damson   Fingers probing show white skin   Like a leather disciplinary   Looking rather predatory   Like an emissary of sin       She knows - we've got nothing more to prove   She knows - we're dancing in a dead mans shoes   She says let's check out of this haunted hotel   Where all the corridors and doorways are leading straight to hell       She makes me feel like a king   She is the reasoning that makes life swing   She makes me feel like a king   She is the reasoning that makes life swing       She drags my world awake