She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared I turned deaf ears to words of warning now Im running scared. Casting caution to the wind now that the cats away I say my grace fill my face then for forgiveness pray. Gon knows I was an honest man the same as any other Who loved his wife worked all his life to keep his family Until the beast that never sleeps beneath my silken covers Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. Her passion for passion it will devour Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower Her lust for lust it will consume A siren song summons all men to their doom. She whispered of her innocence a plea I must contest While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest She will exorcise your demons then exercise your thighs Await your secondcoming with a hunger in her eyes. Her sweetmeats are the souls of men shell gorge herself to bursting And for yours her heart is thirsting as a spider craves a fly No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor Shll rewrite the Kama Sutra if youd care to watch her try. I reach for heaven desire drags me down When fools choose their king Ill be heir to that crown A strange kind of madness I cannot condone If you are without sin come cast the first stone.
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