Your smile is so sweet
Your eyes never show the heat
They stare just blankly ahead
As if they already know
That you are dead
Grit your teeth and fight another day
You do look okay
But it’s that special jacket
That might give you away
Dear Lady Sniper
You are as lethal as a viper
But there’s a price upon your head
Some might say
You would be better off dead
It’s a killing field unknown to most
There’s never a need to make a toast
Because when you’re dead
You are dead
Nothing more would need to be said
Dear Lady Sniper
I can see the tension in your face
I can hear your blood begin to race
Stop now before it’s too late
Oh Lady Sniper, it is too late
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