COVEN OF THE FEMME FATALES
Gather around dolls
Shall we begin our spell
Enchanting every dapper gent in love with us
Shall we hold hands and circle the tree
As we start to lift off the ground
Lifting up into the sky
Bringing these men to us in our little fantasy
Love love
They’re enchanted by our,
Alluring scent,
seductiveness,
makeup,
moreover, gowns adorned with jewels and silk
Femme fatales shall we be
Shall they take one look at our eyes,
Big appalling eyes
And feel themselves falling in love
Red rose petals all around
As our lips intoxicate
Quickly, it’s like a kiss from the Angel of Death
Their life quickly vanishing
Their last moments of life
Were oh-so-passionate
Indeed, we are to die for.
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