For the femme fatale the cat woman complex
that too live chick who looks good in any context
Got Sex appeal, satin skin, red lips lavish limbs,
rapid tongue one Bonita Applebum.
A real head turner, she will burn heads
ask for a dance then they drop down dead
Earthbound yet ethereal a true-Eve seducing,
A Moment of ecstasy. Love-child of evolution.
I need a new solution
She'd have Confucius in confusion,
Wondering why his cloth was making movement.
What's this new sense? Make no sense
What a nuisance. But he knew it
The noose slips.
Two lips like tulips.
Pure beauty, that's boundless. Just being
From beginning to end. From the end to beginning.
Sits at ease on the easel, effortless elegance
Casual extravagance, an instinct for eminence.
Sugar, spice, and all things vice
You can play against the dice but it comes at a price
Sugar, spice, and all things vice
Feel your heart run away with the force of the night.
Lips Lips the soft fingertips
That tip-toe across your skin when your lost in the midst
Lost to her grip, tossed off the ship
Sinking in the sea where your Consciousness drips
Answer me this, are you a wise or foolish cat?
Move to that? you'll never get your goolies back
Quest for the grail, brave nights are getting truly slapped
Try and touch the cup and get caught in the booby trap
How would you react? defeated, unseated
Feeling sea sick, weak and depleted
There's nothing to relieve it
Elitist Cats call her the 'first cut' cos it's clear she's the deepest.
Now some of these chicks are just butchers
get kicks being ruthless, take tips from medusa
Need to stitch up their sutras cos they've got bad karma
pay back your ardour with a blade through your armour
Sugar, spice, and all things vice
You can play against the dice but it comes at a price
Sugar, spice, and all things vice
Feel your heart run away with the force of the night.
On a midsummer night the stars sparkled in her dress
On an instant possessed to claim that kiss and caress
Undress her unaware and lose all of my cares
In the taste of her lips, the scent of her hair
But little did I know, how time would play his trickery
The subtle hand of mystery the rest they say is history.
In the morning she still looked ethereal
came down the stairs and I choked on my cereal
Serious, a true delight. all through the night
Thought I found my anima to animate my archetype.
No need to ask her wife, grab her hand tie it down
Though I would like to tie her up, bits her flesh lick it now.
She's as constant as as the continents
as constant as the action that's bound to precede consequence
A confidant to converse and hold a conference
A spiritual counsel. No need for vowels and consanants.
Or superficial compliments, lust trust and confidence,
A complimentary character to drift the depths of consciousness
And drink her til I'm drowning in her opulence
Drowsy and nonchalant, drowning in her opulence.
