Those curves have deceived mine eyes;
She's a devil in disguise
But I've wanting the flames Hell
To bathe me in her essence
Burn me and fuck the blessin'.
That body will make a non-heretic
Hemorage that connection
Without a second chance
Glancing at bloodied hands.
With every swerve
Fire sparks in my nerves.
And so close to combustion,
My bodily functions
Only desire a series of actions:
The rip, the tear, and the passion.
Be praise to this demon dancer,
And damn my intentions,
Because she really is an angel;
I just want to bare flesh and tango.