After twenty-four months without sleep
She keeps her composure with ivory drops
She throws me a look that I can't resist
She walks off with a Johnnie that helps her revive
She unleashes energetic moves
She sketches my destiny with lipstick
She's got everything that she needs from me
And you're trying to feel better
Princess of the night, heir of Cain
She doubles in that mirror and regrets going out
And she eats electronic drums
She sketches my destiny with lipstick
She's got everything that she needs from me
You're trying to feel better
To think that there are nights, babe, that I'm like you
You're trying to feel better
You're trying to feel better