Lady of snakes
Begs your worship
Moves like the wind
Through summer curtains
While painted horses
Are trotting circles
Under the big top
Tented circus
This paradise can seem to me
An empty promise from the high and mighty
Two way mirrors
Sideways glances
Never ending
Second chances
Honey sunlight
Pours down your skin
Hold me under
Till I stop breathing
This paradise can seem to me
Wasted on the privileged in the high and mighty
Judge me not
By pass romances
Under any circumstances
I get so high, I act so flighty
It recurs almost nightly
Lady of snakes
Thanks but no thanks
Thanks but no thanks
Thanks
But no