A Woman
Moves in mysterious ways
By miracles to de fend
She is patient as your en emy,
Triumphant as your friend.
She lures her prey with sleight of hand
And scores with a pois on dart
Who knows why, deep down inside,
still and cold is the woman's
heart?
The woman has the cutting time
But the man still has his pride
The fire may long have burned out
But he smoulder s deep inside
The drama calls for a leading man
He hungers for the part
Who knows what's deep down inside
Stone cold is the woman's heart
She will set you up and let you down
She will lay your body low
She will lead you to believe
that you have nowhere else to go
She's sorcery in every way
A perfect work of art
Who knows why deep down inside
Storm cold is the wo man's
heart
The woman has the frigid touch,
still the memories re main.
She has clothed herself in loneliness
An d learned to wear the pain
She has run the race in many's the way
But ends back at the start
Who knows why deep down inside
stone cold is the woman's heart?
Who knows why deep down inside
stone cold is the woman's heart?