Lady of the Evenin’, or Mistress of the Night
I can’t decide to run and hide
Now or never, fight or flight
She’s wearing black and cape that’s wide
A shroud of shining steel
She might burn you with cigarettes
But I guess that’s the appeal…

Chorus:

Psudo-Gothic Prostitue
Standing on the corner
Of the coffee shop
Oh thanks a lot
I’m never coming here to shop
Anymore
It’s a bore
Surely not exciting
That furrowed glare you’re giving me is surely not inviting

Reading Camus in sweetest French
I’m not sitting on the fence
I think I’d pay a dime or two
A penny more than Mike La…
Do you know?
Where to go?
Where I can see that special show?
The studs and skulls are a nice touch
If I may be so bold

[Chorus]

You’re thinking now I’ve got Tourette’s
Can I bum a cloven cigarette?
I just finished the Idiot
Could you help me understand…
It’s what I think
My heart will sink
Were you now to burn me
I’ve every Bauhaus album girl
Oh bitte sehr don’t spurn me

[Chorus]

Now I’m sick and lonely
Though no one does own me
I’m walking down this smelly street
I know just where to take my…
Feet are fleet
I won’t be beat
I’m off to Merry Ann’s
Better wash this makeup off
And try my luck at Kam’s

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