Naive Sweet Lady Of The Night

Lips so red like poison berries,
Skin so pale like the misty full moon.
This girl of seventeen, stands silent and cold.
Awaiting her moment to swoon.

Her eyes call out to passers by,
Save me from the demon's sight.
Blissfully unaware that she works for him.
Naive sweet lady of the night.

Taken inside, away from the wintry eventide,
Her silky hair creates waves of misguided innocence.
All eyes turn to her, they gaze so intensely,
Every man wants her, as she turns so very tense.

Lonely hearts call to her,
Lustful souls scream her name,
"Won't you have one dance tonight?"
Naive sweet lady of the night.

The End

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