TORCHY

TORCHY

She had a knife
She fucked with men
She played with matches
Flames to the wind

The I found her one day, sleepin’ on a log
Then she said “Let’s party” and set fire to some dog
Yeah, my doll is crazy, loony as a bug
When she gets that gunnin’ itch she comes and takes a slug

She likes to fight
With flames and sin
She’ll bite and claw you
Brawl to the end

Like a scorching pyro she’s blazing on and on
She hit me with a smokin’ ass and then said “Come along”
If I’m feeling shady she burns me like the sun
She’s a fittin’ tight, fire spittin’ run-and-gun