Wanna meet a groovy chick?
Diana with her snappy Bic
Girl in a red cummerbund
Always game for a little fun
Two tone taps Parisian heels
Oils old bedsprings for late night meals
Moonlit glimmer dancing eyes
Shimmer chic for your knotted ties
Go and ask the whiskered rat
Where does she hang her matted hat?
He’ll nod her way for some cheese
And a splash of wine, if you please
Lead you to the last dead end
Cul-de-sac round the darkest bend
Thinning shingles wrapped in twine
Babies britches hung on a line
Satellite dish tuned to hell
Picks up Oprah once in a spell
Unlatched gate swings in a breeze
Lures you with a half hearted tease
Out back find Eve’s lovely tree
Transplanted here for you to see
Where the fruit had caught her eye
Now your Diana hangs on high
Her neck wrapped tight by a snake
Never more soft shoes on the take
Stretched shell swinging in moonlight
One last lap dance for your delight
She’s still got a groove on her
Her dead eye stare a tempting lure
Stay the night and you will see
What other tricks she has for free
Step inside the moon’s embrace
She’ll kiss that last tear off your face
Dance your soul away from you
Lick your skin till you’re iced cold blue
Let the sunlight find what’s left
Not enough there to charge a theft
No corpus no crime it seems
Your life for old potions and creams
Cast off for a witch’s groove
A wink and a grin on the move
