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).
Gon 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.
Chorus:
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 baptising 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.
Repeat Chorus
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.