Monika XYZ - Cherry woman

She moved through the smoke like she owns her room,
Lips like a warning, a sweet kind of doom.
Red on her fingers and red on her mind,
The kind of trouble that you go out to find.
I know she's danger, I can see it in her walk,
But the way she says my name, I forget how to talk.
She's a slow bird, a midnight sin,
One taste of her and you'll never win.
Cherry woman, cherry woman, sweet on the outside,
Dark where you're coming.
Cherry woman, cherry woman, poison and honey,