She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared
I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I'm running scared.
Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away
I say my grace, fill my face (then for forgiveness pray).
God 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 baptizing helpless sinners with a missionary zest
She will exorcise your demons, then exercise your thighs
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.
Her sweetmeats are the souls of men, she'll 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
Sh'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try.
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.
I reach for heaven, desire drags me down
When fools choose their king I'll be heir to that crown
A strange kind of madness I cannot condone
If you are without sin come cast the first stone.
