Don't listen to her, they told me

She can lie as smoothly

As the wave washed stones you're standing on

Don't be fooled by that angel haired girl

With the grey eyes

Those eyes, they can hurt you

And a freckled face doesn't mean innocence

It just means she's been scheming under the sun

For far longer than she should be

You see her as a rose

But she's no more than a thorn

Watch out for that stormy eyed girl, son

She's coming after you