Demonica - Dwarves

Just like a miracle

In chains and clearasil

Stands the woman of my dream

And just thirteen

Bo-peep erotica

My sweet Demonica

The devil’s in her jeans

Demonica

My sweet Demonica

Was all I’d wanted for

Since the time that she could crawl

Now don’t we all for

Those lips like cherry bombs

we killed her dad and mom

I hear the siren’s call

Write true love’s number on the wall

The devil take them all

My sweet demonica

was just the tonic for

walking dead throughout the day

She’d make them pay for

non-stop erotica

My sweet demonica

That’s why I call her name

I know she’s waiting there for me If I ever go free

My sweet Demonica