Hell on heels

Getting off the bike, she's a pretty young thing.
with a wicked strut, and her skin tight jeans.
She’s hell on heels, a heart with seams,
The best and worst of every memory.
She’s a cold glass of water on a winter day
no self for her heart, so it always runs away.
Its a game of tricks, a slide of hand,
She's the sweetest kiss on the toughest man.
A short fused mama, ready to blow
why a man lets her go, god only knows
a 10 in the sack, an ace with a gun.
She shoots you that look, and away you run.
to that moment and place where time stands still,
you can fight the tide but not her will.
The perfect bitch, a lot to handle,
she lives on the run,and  she feeds of scandal.
violence is glamour, she’s glamorous.
with those pretty painted words, your can always trust.
Crime is a passion,  hopes a toy
smile for a while, fake the joy.
say good bye for now, she’s probably weak,
say good bye sign your lies with a kiss on the cheek