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She's rotten behind her veil of lipstick and lingerie.
And I’m in power. Yes, power,
I control him like a puppet
As he takes me for his own.
As he breathes hypocrisy into my ear
I’ll smile, I love to hear,
To savour. My goddess body
I’ll fulfil their wildest dreams.
Outside the room I’ll put on fishnet stockings,
Crimson lips and plastered make-up.
With my wild hair I look a fright,
But they’re still watching.
I’ll tread the sidewalk like a catwalk,
Six-inch high stilettos clicking.
All the gentlemen who pass will stare,
Their eyes belong to me.
And at parties I can be there
Dancing on the table, writhing
And gyrating, liquid happiness running
Through my veins.
Soon enough I’ll find a new catch,
Drag him off into the bedroom.
Spend a night of ecstasy and pain,
I won’t remember anyway.
You can call me cheap but darling,
I know that you ache for me.
And I’m yours now for the taking,
In the morning you’ll leave.
I’ll be all alone again
Until I find another prisoner
I can take beneath my plastic wings
To claim as my own property.