Unlovely
You're so very unlovely,
There's wickedness in your eyes.
Yeah, there's something about you,
That makes little kids cry.
But I am no child,
And you give me no fear.
So I guess you could say,
That I'm immune to you, dear.
There's wickedness in your eyes.
Yeah, there's something about you,
That makes little kids cry.
But I am no child,
And you give me no fear.
So I guess you could say,
That I'm immune to you, dear.