The Monster

	She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun
	All loaded and ready to turn
	And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur
	With her cellophane skin I can see what’s inside
	A dark and lonely old heart
	And her eyes look so empty I don’t know where to start
	Pain can be so addictive I can’t get away
	From the monster and the devil that I did create
	Through the darkness I see
	What’s appearing to be a girl all dressed in white
	Suddenly I feel a weakness that can’t be defined
	Three hours ahead and I can’t get to bed
	As I lay on linoleum floor
	And the girl makes me sick
	But she always gives me more
	Pain can be so addictive I can’t get away
	From the monster and the devil that I did create

	She looks like a girl and she acts like a gun
	All loaded and ready to turn
	And her body shakes and trembles and looks like a blur
	With her cellophane skin I can see what' s inside
	A dark and lonely old heart
	And her eyes look so empty I don' t know where to start
	Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away
	From the monster and the devil that I did create
	Through the darkness I see
	What' s appearing to be a girl all dressed in white
	Suddenly I feel a weakness that can' t be defined
	Three hours ahead and I can' t get to bed
	As I lay on linoleum floor
	And the girl makes me sick
	But she always gives me more
	Pain can be so addictive I can' t get away
	From the monster and the devil that I did create