La Belle Est Morte

Scene-stealing rogue in your showstopping style.
Stop your free-wheeling and stay for a while.
Tea and backgammon will harness your nerve,
Corset your love.
Crimpleen and cucumber sharpen your nerve.

Period romper, come down take a pew.
Open your heart, there's a room with a view.
Spiders lay eggs in the corners that bleed.
Spare me your needs.
Paprika and parasites, bain of your breed.

Raising Cane.

Give me a dream I can freeze into life.
Oh, housewife, marry a house so the contract is true.
Oh, bless you, Petit La Belle.
How can you tell?
I am your royal steed, ride me through hell.

Toy tarantella you twisted my spine.
Yous should have seen the other fella whine.
Oh, Mercy, I'll make your day.
Show me the way.
You nurture a wanderlust, I'll make you stay,

Oh, major, sigil me good.
Theres' the mattress a-flood.
Oh, deus,
Bloody my night with your tremulous might.
I love you.
Now I'm undone. Holster your gun.
Surfing on egos has never been such fun.
Oh.

Lord take me home.
Lord take me now.
Let your hands roam.
I am pasture to plough.