She had nut painted arms

That were hers to keep

And in her fear

She sought cracked pleasures

The passion of lovers is for death said she

Licked her lips

And turned to feather



And as I watched from underneath

I came aware of all that she keep

The little foxes so safe and sound

They were not dead

They'd gone to ground



Chorus:

The passion of lovers is for death said she

The passion of lovers is for death

(chorus)



She breaks her hear

Just a little too much

And her jokes attract the lucky bad type

As she dips and wails

And slips her banshee smile

She gets the better of the bigger to the letter



(chorus 3x)

The passion of lovers is for death said she