Blackhearted Betty Music & Lyrics by Roy Evan Burstiner
She's got a black leather jack and a tattoo on her neck. Just racing down the highway like a supersonic jet.
On her motorcycle she's just zooming past the boys, tossing them away like a bunch of broken toys.
She'll never get her fill of any single man. She is blackhearted Betty of American land.
With bright killer lipstick she's a devil in the night. Rolling like the thunder in the glare of one headlight.
Tracks on the road to show you where she's been. Broken hearted bodies out in the raging din.
All the time she's playing with them catch me if you can. That's just blackhearted Betty of american land.
The boys try to catch her but they know that she's too much.
Faster than the lightning as she leaves 'em in the dust.
Side of her bike marked with x's up and down. All the men she left behind in all those little towns.
Dark black mascara that will burn you straight to hell. Tight leather pants that will wrap around the kill.
Smoke from her back as she burns the rubber wheels. She's got a heart of stone and a body made of steel.
You'll find out way too late as she takes all that she can. She's the blackhearted Betty of American land.
Keep your distance if she eyes you up and down. Fixing in her sights she will get you anyhow.
Five feet of poison that will drown you thru and thru. Revving her motor as she leaves you in the blue.
Sizing up her victims with the coldness in her eyes. Knocking down the bodies in the darkness of the night.
Tell tale hearts that are beating in the dunes. Marking them with kisses, pouring salt into their wounds.
Whiskey pouring mama that is blazing while she can. Just a blackhearted Betty of American land.
Guarding all her secrets as she whips her bike in gear. Tearing down the highway, as she rips into your fears.
Tread marks in the dirt like a roadmap to your pain. Taking your desires that are planted in your brain.
You gotta pay the piper if you want face her stand. She the blackhearted Betty of American land.
Engines revving hard as she strap her legs on tight. Heading to the darkness in the blackness of the night.
Eyes shooting daggers til it lands upon her prey. Better hold on tightly cause she'll tear your soul away.
You'll find yourself a goner as your caught up in her plans. She just blackhearted Betty in American land.
On her motorcycle she's just zooming past the boys, tossing them away like a bunch of broken toys.
She'll never get her fill of any single man. She is blackhearted Betty of American land.
With bright killer lipstick she's a devil in the night. Rolling like the thunder in the glare of one headlight.
Tracks on the road to show you where she's been. Broken hearted bodies out in the raging din.
All the time she's playing with them catch me if you can. That's just blackhearted Betty of american land.
The boys try to catch her but they know that she's too much.
Faster than the lightning as she leaves 'em in the dust.
Side of her bike marked with x's up and down. All the men she left behind in all those little towns.
Dark black mascara that will burn you straight to hell. Tight leather pants that will wrap around the kill.
Smoke from her back as she burns the rubber wheels. She's got a heart of stone and a body made of steel.
You'll find out way too late as she takes all that she can. She's the blackhearted Betty of American land.
Keep your distance if she eyes you up and down. Fixing in her sights she will get you anyhow.
Five feet of poison that will drown you thru and thru. Revving her motor as she leaves you in the blue.
Sizing up her victims with the coldness in her eyes. Knocking down the bodies in the darkness of the night.
Tell tale hearts that are beating in the dunes. Marking them with kisses, pouring salt into their wounds.
Whiskey pouring mama that is blazing while she can. Just a blackhearted Betty of American land.
Guarding all her secrets as she whips her bike in gear. Tearing down the highway, as she rips into your fears.
Tread marks in the dirt like a roadmap to your pain. Taking your desires that are planted in your brain.
You gotta pay the piper if you want face her stand. She the blackhearted Betty of American land.
Engines revving hard as she strap her legs on tight. Heading to the darkness in the blackness of the night.
Eyes shooting daggers til it lands upon her prey. Better hold on tightly cause she'll tear your soul away.
You'll find yourself a goner as your caught up in her plans. She just blackhearted Betty in American land.