Sinister Girl

(to Neil Young's "Cinnamon Girl")

I wanna run
From a sinister girl
I would go crazy
And flee for my life
From a sinister girl

An ice pick in crisper
Garrote on the stand
Her favorite weather
Absence of sunlight
My sinister girl

Two handed axes
A knife for a beau
And calculates chances
With eyes all aglow
She’s a sinister girl

In scheming adventures
Our fatale delights
A faint scent of leather
Setting her scene right
Our sinister girl

She’s never boring
Sounds
Like Peter Lorre
Afoul
She needs a new romance
Beware her steamy sultry glance.

Yeah….