She walks Like there's a tiger in her thighs Smooth, languid, and threatening Ask her about the sun And she'll say it hurts her eyes Tell her she's beautiful She'll know its almost a lie Her lips are red To keep you dreaming Somewhere between What should be And what could be Lean like claws Her unwrung hands Are rough but teasing In the air around her You've got every chance But not a one will get you past The daggers in her smile The darkness in her laugh Pulls you in as she saunters away And you stare But beneath it all She doesn't really know How to help you see A Tiger Lily Can only be free