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