Memories Of Her
Her hair was just as red as her blood
She let both flow heavily every night
Her essence was as dirty as mud
Her face was pale as a moonlight
Though people often heard her laugh
No one remembered seeing her smile
She was well-mastered in her craft
When love came, she stayed only awhile
Deep down, her heart is not so pure
Her passion was like a deadly corrosion
Once she loves you, there is only one cure
Sit around and wait for the coming explosion
