Come into my parlour


Come into my parlour
Said the girl to the guy
A need to feel some magic
Defeating what was shy
A little bit old fashioned
She blushed when he stepped in
But certain when he kissed her
Her parlour was ripe for sin
So she extended invitation
Knowing what she knew
She opted for relevation
And didn’t care about the view
There’s no place for modesty
If she’ll claw and bite and scratch
Honey you will realise
You’ve more than met your match



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