She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared
I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I'm running scared.
Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away
God knows I was an honest man - the same as any other
Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers
Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality.
Her passion for passion - it will devour
While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest
She will exorcise your demons - then exercise your thighs
Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.
Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll gorge herself to bursting
And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a spider craves a fly
No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
She'll rewrite the Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try.
Her passion for passion - it will devour
Her passion for passion - it will devour
Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower Riff