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She walks in with torn fishnets.
Look of 1000 deaths, for every cat-call she gets.
Oh look at you, a secondhand Siouxsie Sioux.
What a fox, trying to pull a faux Danielle Dax.
Beware of her Lucille Ball pout.
She'll chew you up and spit you out.
Eyes glued ,as she slithers across the floor.
She's to die for.

Can you see her Hunger?
For blood she has a thirst.
What lies behind those Cleopatra eyes?
I Just have to wonder, I have to ask.
Seeking the kiss of death from Egyptian’s asp.
She's perfected her disguise.
She's evil, a Succubus down to the core.
Oh she's to die for.

Look at her, mimicking a Joan Crawford Sneer.
She exudes a sense of danger.
Hit me again with that wire hanger.
Oh Mortician Dearest, I crave your abuse.
I'll be your mannequin for your own use.
She's dancing on the black and white tiled floor.
Hypnotized with her seductive groove.
They're are infatuated by her every move.

Oh look at her, trying to stalk like a tiger.
Snarling like a fabrication of Nina Hagen.
Choose me next, can't you hear me beggin'?
Take your abuse out on me.
Let me Give birth to your beautiful tragedy.
Oh she's slithering in on me.

I see the thirst in her Cleopatra eyes.
Oh Ms. Madusa turn me to stone.
Chill me down straight to the bone.
She's slithering her way across to floor.
Oh She's to die for.