Disarm you with a smile, And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you.
Ooh, the years burn !

I used to be a little girl, So old in my shoes, And what I choose is my choice.
Whats a girl supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you My love...I send this smile over to you !

Disarm you with a smile, And leave you like they left me here To wither in denial. The bitterness of one whos left alone.... Ooh, the years burn!!! Ooh, the years burn!!! burn!!! burn!!!

I used to be a little girl, So old in my shoes, And what I choose is my voice. Whats a girl supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you My love...I send this smile over to you!