He's Evil

Publié le par Dimitri Dequidt

He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
He's got style, personality,
But he's the devil in reality.
He'll make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
He'll lead you on then he'll tear you apart.
He'll treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once you're in there'll be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.

He's got wit he's got charm.
But when he gets rough he'll break your arm.
He's got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough he'll slit your face.
He'll buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mind'll go and he'll bust your nose.
He's a joker and a clown
But he'll pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once you're in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.
He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil. He's evil.

Il est lisse d’approche, cool et gentil,
Mais il veut ton corps pas ton intelligence,
Il a du style, de la personnalité,
Mais il est le diable en réalité.
Il te fera rire, te fera sourire,
Te sentir bien pour un temps.
Sourire mauvais, décadente grimace,
Il aime les écolières, les nonnes et les vierges,
Sa peau est suave mais son esprit est dur,
Il t’encouragera à parler / te dupera puis il te descendra / mettra en morceaux.
Il te traitera avec rudesse et te fera pleurer,
Et tu pourras dire au revoir à ton innocence.
Et une fois que tu y sera il n’y aura pas d’échappatoire,
Alors prends garde, prends garde, prends garde, prends garde.
C’est le malin. C’est le malin. C’est le malin, c’est le malin, c’est le malin.
C’est le malin. C’est le malin. C’est le malin, c’est le malin, c’est le malin.

Il a de l’esprit, il a du charme,
Mais quand il deviendra brutal il te cassera le bras,
Il a du goût, des manières et de la grâce,
Mais quand il sera fort il te fendra le visage
Il t’achètera des bijoux, des vêtements onéreux,
Mais quand il n’aura plus toute sa tête il te cassera le nez.
Il est un joker et un clown
Mais il te pervertira et te coulera
Il est lisse d’approche, cool et gentil,
Mais il veut ton corps pas ton intelligence,
Il n’est que le diable en déguisement.
Il te coulera et te fera pleurer.
Et une fois que tu y seras il n’y aura pas d’échappatoire.
Alors prends garde, prends garde, prends garde.
Prends garde, prends garde, prends garde.
C’est le malin. C’est le malin. C’est le malin, c’est le malin, c’est le malin.
C’est le malin. C’est le malin. C’est le malin, c’est le malin, c’est le malin.

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