She's a God in her own right She dims the room light While she moves closer We all move slower Tracing white lines Sipping fine wines We remember when purity wasn't dead In this darkness I can't remember when we were stable, we were able
The sex is the lioness Queen of the temple I look right in her eyes, then down to her level
She'll play unstable and let you get away You get her faded but not her name You've taken something sacred and made it a game Your perversions are wicked and fanning the flame
