Quietly she got dressed
And silently faded away into the night
He lay there passed out
Robbed off his senses
By the artistry of her charming ways
She was twenty three, young wild and free
Dreams of success suffocated her young imagination
Glamour, bright lights and fame…
Screams, smiles and flashing cameras…her name on billboards
but her hunger sprouted from deep within.
Waiting for the unsuspecting,
She is the Queen Mistress of the night
Men worship her, a beguiling mystery
Her brown eyes, her ever soothing demeanor
Hypnotizing Medusa, a cunning Delilah
Her passion is a fire that never burns out
She thirsts not for gold and diamond
Every bed she lays in is a crowning glory
She bathes in their awe and adoration of her
They speak of her prowess in the street corners and bars
She joins to listen among them…unknown to them
She’s a mystery…In her heart lies a thirst
A hunger for astronomical sexual pleasures
She waits every night in the dim neon-lit alleys,
Her fragrance pulling in her sure conquests,
her seduction is spoken of like a mythical tale,
Few lucky to be sane men have spoken of her tale..
..In the envy of others who develop the thirst.
They set out in the night, floating in the scent of her fragrance,
They set out…to meet the beautiful stranger of the night.
Spice.scripts2010 ©
And silently faded away into the night
He lay there passed out
Robbed off his senses
By the artistry of her charming ways
She was twenty three, young wild and free
Dreams of success suffocated her young imagination
Glamour, bright lights and fame…
Screams, smiles and flashing cameras…her name on billboards
but her hunger sprouted from deep within.
Waiting for the unsuspecting,
She is the Queen Mistress of the night
Men worship her, a beguiling mystery
Her brown eyes, her ever soothing demeanor
Hypnotizing Medusa, a cunning Delilah
Her passion is a fire that never burns out
She thirsts not for gold and diamond
Every bed she lays in is a crowning glory
She bathes in their awe and adoration of her
They speak of her prowess in the street corners and bars
She joins to listen among them…unknown to them
She’s a mystery…In her heart lies a thirst
A hunger for astronomical sexual pleasures
She waits every night in the dim neon-lit alleys,
Her fragrance pulling in her sure conquests,
her seduction is spoken of like a mythical tale,
Few lucky to be sane men have spoken of her tale..
..In the envy of others who develop the thirst.
They set out in the night, floating in the scent of her fragrance,
They set out…to meet the beautiful stranger of the night.
Spice.scripts2010 ©
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