hungry desire: food for the flames.
burning fires come from starving dames.
ask for her number- she won’t give you her name.
pay for her dinner, and she might play your game.
show her your heart and you’ll hear “lame!”
empty your wallet, pay dimes for this dame.
she sleeps in the mirror, dreaming of fortune and fame.
smiling on the bed, she clings to the frame.
exhausted she lies on her back… so feed her more lies!
put your sparkling diamonds between her shiny thighs.
her passion grows more as the starry night dies,
but stars sparkle less like diamonds in pink morning skies.
she’ll pull you close, but can’t look you in the eyes.
she’ll disappear when you doze, before the sunrise.
into that golden light she fades; she won’t hear your cries.
searching for her is futile- better luck catching butterflies.
to meet her again, you have to wait for the night.
she will emerge from the shadows, in the absence of light.
her fragrance flows far, and for her company fine gentlemen fight.
roll up your sleeves, empty your pockets, and show her your might!
behold her beautiful neck, a wonderful sight!
but season it with jewels before you take a bite.
cotton clouds lift her up while you travel down- she will take flight.
watch her soar from the forest, catch her strings, fly her like a kite!
she’ll stay up through the night and watch you snore,
but when the rooster crows, she’ll dash for the door.
to one man she belongs to: the one that pays more.
she’s mad for the money, but she’s not a *****.
