BLACK WIDOW

There's something to be said for a lady in black

With long purple tresses running down her back

A little black casket with a cross by her side

And an arrogant shuffle in her walk, in her stride

Her lips are pursed where her fake fangs lay

She wields her purse in a defiant way

She's got a silk lace blouse and a spider web skirt

What they cover can only be described as pert

Oh Black Widow, oh gothette chick

One bite away from a blood lust lick

What can I give you that no one else could?

Your relationships suck but you look real good

Your life is devoted to erotic gore and I'm

Knock-knock-knocking on your coffin door

I'm dressing like Danzig, I'm talking like a freak

Your erotic psychotic D and S touch I seek

I've read every book in Anne Rice's trilogy

About Sleeping Beauty so you'll notice me

I've been dreaming of that one drop of blood that lies

On pale white skin as I worship at your thighs

Give me your cynicism, give me your trust,

Give me that click of your tongue in disgust

Oh Black Widow, oh gothette chick

Your cafe rantings are deliciously sick

Pour me a coffee so tart and so black

And describe your phantasms till I cum or I yack

Your look is Edward Gorey, your voice is Monroe

Your underwear reminds me of that midnight picture show

Your shoes are Puritan, your hair is blue

And I'll need intensive therapy for loving you

Oh Black Widow, oh gothette girl

Let me taste devotion at the mother of your pearl

Let me revel in the doomscape of your poetic mind

Let me worship Lillith and all of demon kind

Kiss me, bite me, tie me to your bed

Give me damiana for the throbbing in my head

Tell me that you love me as you shuffle out the door, and

Leave me pathetically wanting more