We seem fall in love but never can seem to just stay
We try to give our all but only give the worst away
We try to convince everyone that we are totally sane
All the while hating the taste of hatred and blame
We shudder, sigh and moan so under the body of a lover
But we are feminine variety of a simple gypsy slaver
We are the ones in control, your body and your soul
We break stallions when they are but a gentle wee Foal
We gypsy girls  only charge one simple easy to pay toll
We want control, we want the control, we want all the control
Be yourself we won't change you, just make you want to change
We will kiss you softly to numb the pain while our sisters
With their needle like fangs litter your body with pale blisters
Blood thirst, the steamy way of seduction is our disarming tool
With the lack of blood flowing to your head, you become our fool
Your mind will weaken with a daily overdose of physical bliss
Together we are what the succubus of the night creates, huh, sis?