His name was Joe
Sweet talk and flow
They met by the river right down by the boat
There's a little bit of devil in her angel eyes
The devil is the one who makes the angel cry
Her name was Jane, just a pretty face
Devil by night but angel by day
All lightheaded but not a lot of brain
Just crave the feeling of summer rain
Sings in the shower for a couple hours
Wait for the day when he brings rotten flowers
Wait for the day when his words get sour
Sweet then sour
Sweet then, oh
Guy fawkes got a little dizzy gun powder
Dizzy gunpowder sweet then sour
Speech is slurred
Now i'm dizzy by the hour
Sprinkle your shit, it's like kick getting louder
Darlin' your scent is charming
Oh darlin' your scent is charming
Name was Lila liked to dance
Had two left feet she took the chance
Semantic spontaneity
One way ticket straight to France
Met old Wilson from the telly
Oh, he craved pot noodles in his belly
Said her big brown eyes looked like pots of honey
Said he liked her smile like he likes her money
Oh poke her and pull, play her a fool
She played it cool
He didn't know what he's got himself into
If he knew, she ain't a fool
Darlin' your scent is charming
Oh, darlin' your scent is charming
Front door closes
Sings ring a roses
Calms her down while she takes daily doses
Looks in his eyes
In his eyes hypnosis tears roll down but he takes no notice
Face comes closer, hand on her shoulder
Hand on her face while her hands get colder
Grabs her neck fierce it no body odour
Shuts her eyes, says it's fine he's not sober
Darlin' your scent is charming
Oh, darlin' your scent is charming
Darlin' your scent is charming
I said the devil's been at work tonight
He's got what he wanted now he can't sit tight
Oh, grabbed her face, saw her angel eyes
Then said, "Have another sip of cherry wine,"
So she, had another sip of cherry wine