The Scarlet Letter — Jag Panzer

Written By Briody & Conklin

She walks in moonlit shadows to make men beg Her slender figure slithers and you will pay

A tender morsel for rich men, a prize to the poor The way she looks is so lethal, drops you to the floor It's said that our dear Scarlet shall never be a puppet She is regal as the queen, she is royally obscene

She bears the scarlet letter

Her scent is quite delicious, her form so exquisite Speaks so softly in your ear of the dirty things you fear

She prowls the starlit avenue for her next prey Her purr will lure you in and lock you away

She wears a gown of satin, underneath is bare In privacy she will teach you all you ever dare Men sell their lives to taste her, to have and never waste her Skilled in etiquette, she'll be the trophy of the ball Yet in secret chain you to the wall

Her skin as soft as feathers, her demeanor tough as leather Pay the price to sample her wares, she will drain away all cares