Whore Adore

Her devilish eyes keep the honest man wondering if lounges in the nude
 I can't see any scales but I'm sure there's horns under her hair
 Tempt me taste me
 There's plenty of evil to share with her
 Kissing goes on and on
 Until the lust is gone
 With gifted touch she holds your emotions in a bottle air tight and plastic sealed
 One last breathe of simple defeat then she'll scratch you off the list
 Number 3 or 13 is better than dead last
 Should've known you'd tag along like the rest of the idiots
 Tearing men to shreds with every bite she takes
 Forget amends they'll also break
 The whore I adore
 Closer to the deadly strike
 Poisonous fingers wipe off the itch of frustration
 Troublesome
 Clenching with solid might
 Forever loosing the fight
 Stop showing how much it hurts
 That's just something else she likes