Night Sirens

Bottom feeder, Señorita
Sing you to the ocean floor
Dulcet Fever, at her leisure
Rigor mortis past her door

Sipping red wine, and in no time
Wake up on the esplanade
When you look in those eyes, can you feel her inside?
Ingénue sic savant

Whisky on the rocks at the bedrock cantina
Buried southern comfort, nothing left to do
Soft lamp light swims under her whispers
As you start to drift under while you stare at the moon

First, she beckoned, made you question
All you had but didn't want
Her affection, then obsession
Locked you in her mortal haunt

Evening mistress, tainted lipstick
Belladonna of the tongue
Sticky business, sans sadistic
All that should be left unsung

Whisky on the rocks at the bedrock cantina
Buried southern comfort, with nothing left to do
Soft lamp light swims under her whispers
As you start to drift under while you stare at the moon

Hold me in your hand and dance me around your finger
String me up and leave me high and dry
No I'll never forget cuz' the memory lingers
As you walked you out and whistled "I'm so lonesome I could cry"



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Folino, Colton Schroetter, Jacob Grimes, Matthew Ricciardi
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