Femme Fatale

Western bar in eastern town, worries clear as beer I down,
Family makes troubles brim, taxes make my poor mind grim.

Then aroma intoxicates my head, brain freeze, alcohol is in my blood,
Vision dressed in white, the beat of every heart, oh god, man’s soul, she’s tearing it apart.

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Femme Fatale, make your move on me, gonna be trapped and i’ll never ever ever be free,
Femme Fatale, crouching through my knees, make the ceiling fill with Persian ecstacy..

Hazel eyes they lead my soul, fiery hips scorch the dance floor,
Bodies unified as one, apple seesha’s on her tongue.

Every second sinks me deeper into her charms, I lose my mind in the abyss between her arms.
As I fall into the deep dark gorge of lust, father forgive me, before I turn to dust..

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Habee bee, ahhh… whakehme habeebee..

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