A life of almost total bliss
Is traded for her fatal kiss
Her practised stylish whispered hiss
For snakey there\'s no sin
Wrapped up against the constant frost
A tax tops up the priceless cost
A heart that breaks for children lost
For snakey there\'s no sin
She prays to find another way
Forgets about the price to pay
In seedy bars is where she\'ll stay
For snakey there\'s no sin
The men will come and they will go
Mere extras in her talent show
The friend had left but not the foe
For snakey there\'s no sin
She turned her head to see he stayed
The only one who never paid
She let herself be gently swayed
When snakey shed her skin