With wispy hair and a slash of silver tongue She rides into the night on growling steel, Searching for flesh and blood to tempt and steal And snatch away forever from their English roses. What can a simple man do but fall in love, But follow the beauty into their trap And wander bleary-eyed until the hinges snap. Oh to die in ecstasy of a woman's touch. In rum-soaked bars and greasy, grimy streets The serpent writhes in a skin of ebony scales To ensnare greedy mice with eager tails, Always a meal of pulsing stock to swallow whole. No man can ever resist a dangerous woman, Like drifting trance-like towards the siren's song And tread the same trail helpless men have gone, Only to plunge into her watery depths. Daylight would declare her score of victims, But she was always gone before dawn revealed The destruction a beautiful woman could wield. A vamp in search of men, straddled over growling steel, A girl with no name, and nothing left to feel.