Thigh high boots
And blood red lips
Long hair flowing
And a sway in her hips
Her body promises heaven
And her eyes promise hell
She'll test drive your soul
Before you offer it to sell
She passes you the glass
With a glint in her eye
You swallow it down
Without a care in your mind
Weakening your senses
Letting yourself be fooled
You follow the temptress
Allowing yourself to be used
A lust for blood
She'll make you cry
She'll drain you good
And leave you dry