The Sting
Bob Farrell / Mike Demus
Like a vision who knows
Everything it takes to make you slip and fall
Got a look in her eyes
Tempts you to extend your boundaries after all
Enticingly weaves her intrigue
She lures you in
So much for the wages of sin
When she's got you where she wants you
She stings
Did you forget what it means
She set you up for the sting
'Cause things are not what they seem
She's the queen of disguise
Able to appear in infinite pleasing form
Like an angel of light
Leads you into darkness keeping you misinformed
So cunningly preys on your mind
Till passions rule
So much for the counsel of fools
Pay the price for the pleasure