Here stands the canvas beauty at her doorCalling beneath the blockade floorSee him turn bedeviled and blackedFor the canvas beauty had locked him backAway from the king of hearts so pureIn with temptations alluring pourAway from her his compass massThe everglade the bonny lassThe actress love that he mistookA siren for his aging lookThe actress love that he mistookA siren love for his aging lookHer stands Dorian at her needIn Hedonisms shaft like lookHe wears the id the painter mistookAnd with her flame he'll burn its fleshBurn the freeze transcend the meshRiders wings you give me backThe siren for his aging lookThe actress love that he mistookThe siren love for his aging lookHere stands Dorian at her need