Lock up your heart girl, run away home; put it somewhere safe. The King of the Liars, the Untameable Prince, is stalking the streets again. He's offering flowers, and proferring daydreams and sweet things but his only desire is to ravish you with fire and leave ashes in the street. He'll take the pretty, the homely, the strong, the meek, the wanted, the lost, the frail, the sound, the bright and the dull. Run like Hell. Run like Hell
