Dark and Handsome,
High on his throne,
Sat right in the flames of hell,
And the demons began to yell.
He's Hell's Angel,
a black winged fantasy,
Girls all fall to his knees
And cry take my soul please.
Hell fire prayers,
Swollen lips
And golden skin bursts into flames,
Can't they see his enchanted games?
Heaven knows no grace like his
Yet there's a darkness in his eyes
That they should depise,
But here they stand in their demise
Caught in a spell of love,
The demon himself above,
A smirk upon those lips,
Rough hands clasped upon her hips.
Sweet beautiful fallen child,
Let me make your fire burn wild.
