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Snakey

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