She wears her sex like a crown

She tears the little boys to pieces

When they come around

She's pretty like a magazine

I am her victim

And how she loves to watch me bleed

But when she smiles

Once in a while

Without the meanness

Without the style

And I can see

The fine woman she can be

I take my place in line

Suffer her design

Waiting for my diadem to shine

I don't know what I'm going to do

She robs my reason,

And rest assured she knows it, too

If I were stronger I would leave

A righteous treason

O'er which I know she would not grieve

But when she smiles…

The morning comes and I descend

Down from my dream state,

to the car around the bend

The Blue horizon beckons me

The crowded freeway

Takes me to my destiny

'cause when she smiles…