The Independents - In For The Kill

She's like a damsel in distress, oh yes
Putting all her men to the ultimate test, all laid to rest
Later she's like a wolf on the prowl al night
Searching, sucking jugular veins of all life

One day she'll find her man
They'll live together forever, hand in hand
Love will conquer the blood lust thrill
There'll be no more reason to go in for the kill

But till then she walks the endless night
Bleeding heart with no relief in sight
Searching the world for someone to hold
There's nothing out there to bring her warmth, she's forever cold