Lipstick Fiend

I've seen you

curvy line vulture

chase from above

seeking for adventure

lipstick fiend

envious

lascivious

You want what is mine
and careless you incline

to reveal a low cleavage

Tattoo like dress

you wear to impress

Careless savage

criss-cross legs

Selling cheap your wombs

Delicate tombs

to where he'll rest

He'll die...

Oh yes he'll die

if he ever fails

My bed is full and warm

yours is empty

and you'll never get plenty

with a thousand men

parading in your den

Filthy den

where sin and sorrow

from the skin you borrow

Not borrow... Steal

You're a second plate meal

Never be a queen

or a spouse or a dame

because once that flame

scorches your skin

age will bring loneliness

and forever emptiness.