a woman can kill with so much
as a breath of love
a woman can kill with a look
love with an embrace and cry in the shade
a woman can kill with so much
as a gentle touch
feel the coldness of her charm
see that chill in her eyes
the hate when she smiles
still she speaks of love
which she promised
but easily forgot
whatever the reason took her love
it wasn't completely lost
like a disease some of it never leaves
a faint feeling remains disturbing in fact
'cause it doesn't rest
always a stir a movement is there
she knows it all too well it leaves her in despair
'cause strong the hate it's done in passion
'Love' its name
she came in for the kill yet loved so deeply
and couldn't afford it her strengt weakening
close to total surrender, there was 'Thunder'
(c) JR. long ago 1982
