The Fallen One

Sweet, innocent, Jezebel.
How did you get so messed
up in this world of sinners?

From a Mormon family, oh
honey, how'd you end up
a masochist in my possession?

Mine, to defile your sweet,
tender skin. You lips, mine
to bruise. Your body, is mine.
And you love every second of
it.

Not sure how you fell from
grace, sweet angels. But let
me guide the way into a life
worth living, baby.