wicked city

I've told you many times, my love,

I am not the radiant girl you seek.
These wicked eyes have witnessed it all—
The sins, the shadows, the darkest streets.

That moment when I was cast into the cold,
I prayed for a prince who'd never come,
Like in a fairytale,
Like in my most far-fetched dream.

So, darling, you can go,
I don’t fear the cold embrace.
In time, I'll be forgotten,
My bones will burn in hell’s cruel flame.
For I am the woman

of the wicked city,
The woman

from the wicked city.

Yet here you are, kissing my neck,
Here you are, tasting my tears.
Why do you hold me so?
Why didn't you leave me to the cold?

My crimson lips brush your skin,
My dark hair tangled against your throat.
If this is a dream, let it last forever,
I never want us to end.

But, darling, you can go,
I don’t fear the cold embrace.
In time, I'll be forgotten,
My bones will burn in hell’s cruel flame.
For I am the woman

of the wicked city,
The woman

from the wicked city.

Do you dare trust
A woman from the wicked city?