Curves

Her porcelain skull lay crushed underneath
 The brand new fender of a 911 turbo
 And eight bloody roses lay spread across the lawn
 Her red leather dress was never too long and
 White light the earth is gone
 Curves run from the scene of the crime
 Curves are my favorite kind of line
 Vicious as it was it didn't take long
 The speed was right and steel is strong
 White light the earth is gone
 Curves run from the scene of the crime
 Curves are my favorite kind of line
 Curves run from the scene of the crime
 Curves are my favorite kind of line
 She only wants to survive for another day
 She only wants to survive for another day
 She only wants to survive for another day
 She only wants to survive for another day