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Doors slam shut, now prepare to pay.
This cold steel will keep the agents at bay.
Stand up slowly and back away from the seat.
If you try anything funny, you‘ll feel the heat.
The chair turned around and then away.
Right here in my seat is just where I will stay.
You don‘t scare me with your scent of the street.
If you try anything, you‘ll find I‘m not so sweet.
In the darkness of reactor control,
Little miss vicious is on the payroll.
She dreams and schemes in neon light.
She sleeps in the colors of black and white.
She dreams in neon light.
She sleeps in the colors of black and white.
Agents bang against the ceiling and doors.
I‘m telling you now to disengage the cores.
A woman so small has no chance against me.
Just walk away now and I‘ll let you go free.
More of the agents are arriving in scores.
You can‘t just barge in and take what‘s not yours.
A man so brash should never make demands of me.
Surrender your weapons and I‘ll allow you to flee.
She dreams in neon light.
She sleeps in the colors of black and white.
In the darkness of reactor control,
Little miss vicious is on the payroll.
She dreams and schemes in neon light.
She sleeps in the colors of black and white.
She pulled her gun just as he did too.
Just comply, I don‘t want to hurt you.
I didn‘t come all this way just to leave.
She smirked a bit and he scoffed.
You really do take me for being soft.
And you can hold on to what you believe.
Let‘s just see if you are really that naive.
Outside, the agents planned their break.
Your clearly don‘t know what is at stake.
Suddenly before the two came to harm,
Each of them put down their firearm.
And with an aggressive electric grace,
Both ran like sparks to the center of the space.
Then, through the windows with some charm,
And much to the agents shocked alarm,
They saw the woman and the man,
in an excited embrace,
as each pressed their lips to the other‘s face.
These are strange ways for strangers indeed, and stranger still for those strangers in need
As a delicate finger pressed a pin, steel rolled over the glass to seal them in.
And as the final image was seen before it closed, the agents swore they were
removing their clothes.
Many said they went mad, but that night the reactor burned hotter than it ever had.
She dreams in neon light.
She sleeps in the colors of black and white. |
Little Miss Vicious
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