She lives by night near city lights
and stalks the streets 'til morning.
She'll sense your sin, invite you in,
then leave without a warning.
She plays with dreams and owns the scene;
her heart will make you suffer.
She haunts the tortured minds of men
who gave their souls to touch her.
Verse:
Her past has placed within her eyes
vast oceans filled with sorrows.
Her loss of love has led her down
a path you dare not follow.
Beware the beauty of her smile;
don't fall for desire.
Her game of wills is all too real.
She'll trap you in her fire.
Chorus:
Her needs like pins will pierce the skin.
Her kiss will kill you slowly.
She'll weave a web of lies, of lust,
eclipsing all things holy.
You'll be possessed,
a ghost among the living.
You'll curse the Midnight Madam's name,
and time won't be forgiving.
Verse:
We're only here on borrowed time;
the sands are quickly falling.
Don't side-step God and try to be
the answer to her calling.
Temptation lives in many forms-
is drawn to thrist and hunger.
Don't share the midnight madam's cup;
her curse will pull you under.
(repeat chorus)
-J.S. 9/21/11

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