Lust's Iron Siren
(oh yeah!)
She walks in with a leather-clad stride
No place to run,
no place left to hide
A dangerous gaze, a velvet-wrapped knife
She’ll steal your soul and she'll take your life
Her touch is fire but the ash is cold
The oldest story that’s ever been told (watch out!)
Oh, she’s the vixen of lost lust
Turning all your golden dreams to dust
Under the spell of a midnight touch No,
you can never have too much
(no, no, no!)
A trail of hearts left on the floor
But still you find yourself at her door
Whispering promises made of glass
Knowing this fever is gonna pass
Her touch is fire but the ash is cold
The oldest story that’s ever been told (watch out!)
Oh, she’s the vixen of lost lust
Turning all your golden dreams to dust
Under the spell of a midnight touch No,
you can never have too much
(yeah, yeah!)
Oh, she’s the vixen of lost lust
Turning all your golden dreams to dust
Under the spell of a midnight touch No,
you can never have too much
(vixen
of lust!)
Lost in the shadows of her touch (yeah!)