She Cries

With an air of independence She walks into your domain You are captured by her beauty You can feel her taking aim And the way she lets her hair down Sets a pounding in your head But you get the strangest feeling That she wouldn't care if you were dead But underneath the cold and staring eyes Underneath the cut of her replies Underneath the passionless disguise, she cries She cries… She cries… Underneath the show that never dies Underneath the calculating lies Underneath emotionless goodbyes, oh, she cries... She cries… She cries… My, oh, my, don't you cry Mama will see to your body and mind My, oh, my, don't you cry Mama will see to your body and mind.. From a well detached position, you can see her targets fall It seems she doesn't care for anyone It seems she doesn't care at all But underneath the cold and staring eyes Underneath the cut of her replies Underneath the passionless disguise, she cries... She cries… She cries… Underneath the show that never dies Underneath the calculating lies Underneath emotionless goodbyes, oh, she cries... She cries… She cries…