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A pretty dark poem about life, lust and luxury. Implied kink but nothing worth calling CEOP over.
That Harlot Scarlett
Heels kick, eyes flick
And papa breathes a sigh as I
Knock back quick, red lipstick
Sweet like cherry pie.
It's a game of hearts and I play it well,
Know my part and if I'm going to hell
It's in a silver lamborghini,
With a back seat black as sin.
So throw open velvet curtains
And let some daylight in.
A croquet racket cuts through the air
And the ball lands in the pool.
Well some might call it leisure
And some might call it cruel -
Do I look cute in my tennis skirt,
Sexy in my heels?
Barking like a puppy bitch
Til you teach me how to kneel.
Slapping on my make-up,
Can you even get it up?
Well a broken heart is hard to mend
When you keep kicking me in the ribs.
It's a game of aces and I play it well,
Put on my faces, baby can you tell
I'm so close to the edge it scares me,
Wind me up and watch me spin.
Sure as a diamond necklace costs a pretty penny
You have let the devil in.