12-04-2024, 12:28 AM
The Courtesan's Love Song
Makeup is there to smear and the hair to tangle.
The clothes to rip and the emotions to mangle.
Set a trap for me and lock me up in your cell,
Blind Samson stretching your walls, delighting in hell.
A man is a ghost and a woman's a haunting;
a house is a home, so there's no use in talking.
Makeup is there to smear and the hair to tangle.
The clothes to rip and the emotions to mangle.
Set a trap for me and lock me up in your cell,
Blind Samson stretching your walls, delighting in hell.
A man is a ghost and a woman's a haunting;
a house is a home, so there's no use in talking.