[Written by Briody & Conklin]      She walks in moonlit shadows to make men beg   Her slender figure slithers and you will pay      A tender morsel for rich men, a prize to the poor   The way she looks is so lethal, drops you to the floor   It's said that our dear Scarlet shall never be a puppet   She is regal as the queen, she is royally obscene      She bears the scarlet letter      Her scent is quite delicious, her form so exquisite   Speaks so softly in your ear of the dirty things you fear      She prowls the starlit avenue for her next prey   Her purr will lure you in and lock you away      She wears a gown of satin, underneath is bare   In privacy she will teach you all you ever dare   Men sell their lives to taste her, to have and never waste her   Skilled in etiquette, she'll be the trophy of the ball   Yet in secret chain you to the wall      Her skin as soft as feathers, her demeanor tough as leather   Pay the price to sample her wares, she will drain away all cares