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