Porcelain

Shes got hair like the sun
And a pale white face
Eyes like an angel
And the devils grace

She walks like fire
And talks like rain
All smoothe like velvet
But deliciously vain

She will look into your heart
Then play you like a fool
Such is the nature
Of the beautifully cruel

The only way out
Is to never begin
For you cant win a war
Against porcelain skin