- Misszombie
Oh darling
She's already caught you
With every flick of that jet black mane
She's drawing you closer
Like a moth to a flame
You'll be burnt
But you don't mind, do you?
When the flame
Smells so deliciously
Of woman
She'll be your first
But you won't be her last, oh no
This is her calling
Every little twist of her
Red ruby lips
Every lowering of her
Long lashed lids
Is calculated to
Steal that virgin heart
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