I come home, and she's there waiting
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So sweet and tender, honest, kind
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Dim lighting, candles burning
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That bitch must have something to hide
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She's a bit too nice this evening
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Suspicion makes me a bit vile
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I'll skin her before morning
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And find out what's behind that smile
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It's nothing
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It must be all in my head
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I think the devil is hiding behind her smile
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Whoa, Whoa
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Darkness disguised as the morning light
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Whoa-oa-oa.
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What's there behind the closed door?
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Imaginations spinning hard
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She's hiding something hardcore
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No choice, I'll rip that bitch apart
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Blood drips down from the ceiling
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She's spread around like modern art
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How can I hear her calling?
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"Come down dear, dinner's gonna start"
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It's something
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It can't be all in my head
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I think the devil is hiding behind her smile
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Whoa, Whoa-oa
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Darkness disguised as the morning light
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Whoa-oa-oa.
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Whoa-oa
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Whoa-oa-oa
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Whoa-oa
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Whoa-oa-oa
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Whoa-oa
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Whoa-oa-oa
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The devil is hiding behind her smile
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Whoa, Whoa-oa
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Darkness disguised as the morning light
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Whoa
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Yeah
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Now the devil is hiding behind her smile
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Whoa, Whoa-oa
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She's like darkness disguised as the morning light
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Whoa-oa-oa
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The Devil Hides Behind Her Smile
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| Lordi |
