The Iron Maiden smokes her pipe,
And you say she's not the type.
A secret to be kept,
The Iron Maiden she just wept.
Wept out of love
A love that comes from up above,
Up above to down below.
Even upon her every foe.
Yet she sees no end in sight,
The Iron Maiden took her flight.
To a place where she can see,
All the thigns she's like to be.
Back down she falls,
And in the dark she calls
The Iron Maiden is no more,
As she trashes her gothic decor.
No one shall know,
Where it is she shall go.
Before the Iron Maiden left this place,
She took her fist and smashed his face.
A single tear,
She grabed a beer,
threw it hard,
to watch it shard.
Before she stepped out in the cold,
No one had seen her be this bold.
She screamed so loud,
It drew a crowd.
No one had seen such furry,
As he ran to her in a hurry.
The Iron Maiden thrust her fist,
and to her suprise she missed.
He tells her there is love and care
The Iron Maiden says he's never there.
He looks at her with love in his eye,
She turns to us and says good-bye.
Good-bye my dear!
She shed a tear.
The Iron Maiden walked out,
And without a doubt,
In her anger she shall burn,
Never to return.
I have seen her in this place,
I look in the mirror and see her face.
The Iron Maiden that was me,
And it fit me to a tee.
But now days,
I have changed my ways.
And here I am a waitin
To once again be the Iron Maiden |
Submission Name: Iron Maiden
