The fires are alight
The moon is full and bright
They light up their night with their souls

I'm caged by a crooked smile
watching their ways so wild
Curiosity begins to take its toll

I am a slave of my own desire
hypnotized by the passion and fire
Seduction of exotic dance
the dying love of a killing romance
they walk the carnival street
consumers are fresh meat
perfection the dark art of con

They never are unarmed
Their weapon is their charm
You won't know you're gypped until they are gone

Copper brass and glass
snakes, and wolves, and bats
Vampires welcome them as guests

The instruments they make as their coined hips shake
watching the rain and sweat glide down her breast....

A tempting sin tearing me apart
Their eyes throw knives right into my heart
Long waves of hair and porcelain flesh
the burning curse of the gypsy's caress.

I am slave of my own desire
Hypnotized by the passion and fire
seduction of exotic dance
The dying love of a killing romance

A tempting sin, tearing me apart
their eyes throw knives into my heart
long waves of hair and porcelain flesh
The burning curse of the gypsy's caress

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