Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale
Rainwet streets leads a man astray
He longs for night, and shuns the day

I can’t believe how mean you are
a hag without morale
But you can’t have a film noir
without a Femme Fatale

Red like danger, soft lush lips
Knife in hand, but he sees hips

I can’t believe how mean you are
a hag without morale
But you can’t have a film noir
without a Femme Fatale

Pain comes quick, but death is slow
He dies in love, but she won’t know

I can’t believe how mean you are
a hag without morale
But you can’t have a film noir
without a Femme Fatale