You pretty little peach
The swinger of the tree
That fall down to your knees
You're still your daddy's tease
And you're the apple of my eye
You aim above my head, but you hit me
Right between the thighs
It was death or my demise
Great mother goddess
Horns of a crescent moon
Why don't you come on over, babe?
And take it all, take it all, take it all
The whispering wounds of a blood sucking leach
The way you live your life going toe to toe with me
Harangue me as you please
Cause you're the guile of the beast
The predator that sneaks
Urges of the urn
To settle your mind
Spout out evil and it's so hard to define
Metamorphous of you
I tried to construe
The physique of plenty with the mind of a stooge
Mind of a
Natural phosphorescence
In the spirit of the dead
Where you turned into a flower
And you hatched from an egg
You lady of wild things
Who challenged the good king
To a battle of wits
When your mind is your clit's
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