Feminine Venom by The Cold Desert

I watched her watch her tea steep from across the room
the daughter of the water lilies, priestess of the moon.
She coyly coils her fingers round my hangin man's noose
I feel the fire burn below my walkin man's shoes
and if I was a woman, Lord, I'd know what to do.
To be a man with any other woman is enough
just whisper honeyed insults in her ear and act tough.
Buy a flashy car or sing a tender lovetune
but it must take a woman's tongue to make that dame swoon.
I caught her mockin glance through plumes of serpentine steam
the daughter of the dragon, Mount Vesuvius Queen.
She drinks, she sinks her teeth into my lonely heart's blues
her scaly skin kindles a spark down my cannon fuse
and if I was a woman, Lord, I'd know what to do.
I don't know what I could say to rattle her cage
if I move any slower, mama, I'll die of old age.
My manly intuition could use some femininity
open up my veins and let the venom into me!
Oh I need a woman, Lord, to tell me what to do.

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