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Spinning Jenny

	作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier
	She came down from the
	Western Hills when we were not prepared
	I turned deaf ears to words of warning now
	I'm running scared.
	Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away
	I say my grace - fill my face (then for forgiveness pray).
	Gon knows
	I was an honest man - the same as any other
	Who loved his wife - worked all his life to keep his family
	Until the 'beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers
	Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. [Chorus:]
	Her passion for passion - it will devour
	Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower
	Her lust for lust - it will consume
	A siren song summons all men to their doom.
	She whispered of her innocence - (a plea I must contest)
	While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest
	She will exorcise your demons - then exercise your thighs
	Await your 'second-coming' with a hunger in her eyes.
	Her sweetmeats are the souls of men - she'll gorge herself to bursting
	And for yours her heart is thirsting - as a spider craves a fly
	No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
	Sh'll rewrite the
	Kama Sutra if you'd care to watch her try. [Repeat Chorus]
	I reach for heaven - desire drags me down
	When fools choose their king
	I'll be heir to that crown
	A strange kind of madness
	I cannot condone
	If you are without sin come cast the first stone.

	zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier
	She came down from the
	Western Hills when we were not prepared
	I turned deaf ears to words of warning now
	I' m running scared.
	Casting caution to the wind now that the cat' s away
	I say my grace fill my face then for forgiveness pray.
	Gon knows
	I was an honest man the same as any other
	Who loved his wife worked all his life to keep his family
	Until the ' beast' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers
	Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. Chorus:
	Her passion for passion it will devour
	Cruel are the thorns of this delicate flower
	Her lust for lust it will consume
	A siren song summons all men to their doom.
	She whispered of her innocence a plea I must contest
	While baptising helpless sinners with a missionary zest
	She will exorcise your demons then exercise your thighs
	Await your ' secondcoming' with a hunger in her eyes.
	Her sweetmeats are the souls of men she' ll gorge herself to bursting
	And for yours her heart is thirsting as a spider craves a fly
	No mortal man could ever hope to suit her as a suitor
	Sh' ll rewrite the
	Kama Sutra if you' d care to watch her try. Repeat Chorus
	I reach for heaven desire drags me down
	When fools choose their king
	I' ll be heir to that crown
	A strange kind of madness
	I cannot condone
	If you are without sin come cast the first stone.