It's really disturbing
that you had to show up,
now that I thought
I was totally safe.
There must have been somebody else
that you know
for you to terror and viciously chafe.
It's sweeter than terror
that I can't defend
from your so cool
and delicious attacks.
It's sweeter than terror,
that I can't respond
when you sneak up
and hit me in the back.
She's my terrorist.
My number one antagonist.
She's my terrorist.
My own one destructionist.
It's very annoying
how you could get through,
now I had everything
under control.
Your talent and skills
are a form of kung-fu,
helping you out
in your terrorist role.
You must have some secret
and unseen arms
that go through the
strongest titanium shields,
and every little strike
causes terrible harm.
A painfully wonderful
kind of ordeal.
It's sweeter than terror
when you are near,
but I feel I'm not close enough.
It's sweeter than terror
when I'm not aware,
and you start to show me
the weird stuff.
She's my terrorist.
My number one antagonist.
She's my terrorist.
My own one destructionist.
It's sweeter than terror
when you are near,
but I feel I'm not close enough.
It's sweeter than terror
when I'm not aware,
and you start to show me
the weird stuff.
She's my terrorist.
My number one antagonist.
She's my terrorist.
My own one destructionist.
She's my terrorist.
My number one antagonist.
She's my terrorist.
My own one destructionist.
