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She walks in moonlit shadows to make men beg |
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Her slender figure slithers and you will pay |
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A tender morsel for rich men, a prize to the poor |
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The way she looks is so lethal, drops you to the floor |
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It's said that our dear |
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Scarlet shall never be a puppet |
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She is regal as the queen, she is royally obscene |
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She bears the scarlet letter |
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Her scent is quite delicious, her form so exquisite |
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Speaks so softly in your ear of the dirty things you fear |
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She prowls the starlit avenue for her next prey |
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Her purr will lure you in and lock you away |
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She wears a gown of satin, underneath is bare |
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In privacy she will teach you all you ever dare |
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Men sell their lives to taste her, to have and never waste her |
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Skilled in etiquette, she'll be the trophy of the ball |
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Yet in secret chain you to the wall |
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Her skin as soft as feathers, her demeanor tough as leather |
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Pay the price to sample her wares, she will drain away all cares |