I come home, and she's there waiting
So sweet and tender honest kind


Dim lighting, candles burning
That (*##$ must have something to hide


She's a bit too nice this evening
Suspicion makes me a bit vile


I'll skin her before morning
And find out what's behind that smile


It's nothing - It must be all in my head

I think the devil is hiding behind her smile

Darkness disguised as the morning light

What's there behind the closed door?

Imaginations spinning hard
She's hiding something hardcore
No choice, I'll rip that (*##$ apart


Blood drips down from the ceiling
She's spread around like modern art

How can I hear her calling?
"Come down dear, dinner's gonna start"


It's something - it can't be all in my head