"The Girls Next Door"
on the eve of a nightmare they perform wearing pearls
and lace, a corset of satin, and hair caught up in curls
they dance to the sound of your sorrows and pain
with music to sing to that makes you insane
their faces like angels hide all their sins in a mask
they'll bend over backwards and do all that you ask
the price that you pay is red like fine silk
and flows out your heart and spills like it's milk
you thought they were magical creatures of joy
but discovered they use and discard you like a toy
their performance is lights flashing to entrance
quick, shut your eyes and don't follow that dance
by me
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