Black dress, red roses
Me at your door
You\'d probably drop
Plans, Dignity
And other things
Better left unsaid
I shouldn\'t be
And you shouldn\'t be
You know that
But the reds take over
We won\'t stop
We don\'t want to...
...You ate my red lips
Served naked on
A table that you
Didn\'t reserve
What demons
Will this breed?
Better left unsaid
Nothing is red
After it\'s done
Pale leftovers
For me at the table
That I didn\'t reserve
We don\'t stop
We don\'t want to
But we want to.
-Al