The queen has fallen from her grace
And the city cries cuz you're not in her place
Tainted love, is running in your race
And pretty lies beneath the beauty of your face
I heard, that up your sleeve's an ace
Ace of hearts, you never leave a trace
The other man eaters try to take your space
But none of them could along, or keep up with your pace
Lady on fire, burning hearts away
Heaven begs of you another day
Lady on fire, burning hearts away
Burn it all to ashes, Burn it I say
Burn it all to ashes, Burn it I say
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