For a woman she's got the damndest needs In you she'll confide Her laundry list of evil deeds The more than happy to abide For her disease is burning straight through you A hole so black it'll take your soul And never give it back The type of lady's got some dangerous charm She's always looking for the kill She makes time stop with a twist of her arm She'll make you bend to her will For her disease is burning straight through you What huntress sees it's not meant for you With your broken love and sunken eyes It won't take you long to realize Meet her at the altar in you desperate state Meet her at the altar and seal your fate Beg her to open up those wicked gates Kneel down at the altar and commiserate