[Written by Briody & Conklin]
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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 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
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The Scarlet Letter
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| Jag Panzer |
