Drop Dead, Gorgeous. Worse Than A Fairy Tale. They'll Never Get Me (Word With You). Zeneszám

Not again,
Not again,
Not again,
Not again.
Why did God make glass to be shattered?
To hold, and to cut?
Your crooked cross covers your eyes.
Forgot my name.
Forgot where I came from.
I died getting here,
Make me gold, I'm waiting.
Call me the Dark Angel.
(Don't touch me,
Don't trust me)
Please don't scare.
(Please keep your hands away from me.)
I'd like to have a word with you.
I'd like to have my way with you,
Take my time with you,
Share my knife with you.
Don't scare,
Don't scare,
Don't