Miss Understood wears crimson fingernails
And the cross she bears intertwines heaven and hell
Miss Understood feasts upon revenge
She does unto you what she couldn't do unto him
And in raging silence she spins her web
While she licks her lips you fly into her bed
And I think it's time / Yes I think it's time
Oh I think it's time you understand Miss Understood
Her desperation haunts you as you look into her eyes
You've got to save her Protect her from her lies
So you spend her money while she buys her time
Before she finds another lover to victimize
And I think it's time / Yes I think it's time
Oh I think it's time you understand Miss Understood

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