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Midnight At The Masquerade
A Macabre Masquerade , Miscreants Abounding
Misappropriate Mischief Makers Surrounding
I Smell The Scent Of Opprobrium With The Opium
And Something That Makes My Consciousness Numb
Yet It Is This Whirling Waltz Quite Appealing Yet Appalling
That Makes Me Feel Like I Am Falling On The Floor Crawling
As The Room Spins , Round Devious And Devilish Denizens ,
I Hear A Call To Confess My Sins , By Kingpins And Has Beens
And Requests To Kneel Before These Lovely Queens Of Hearts
And Beg For Tastes Of Their Sweet Tarts Before It Is Time To Part
As Chimes Sing The Midnight Hour , Night Jasmine In Full Flower
Fills My Olfactory Sense , Perfumed Presence , In Their Grotto's Bower
Misappropriate Mischief Makers Surrounding
I Smell The Scent Of Opprobrium With The Opium
And Something That Makes My Consciousness Numb
Yet It Is This Whirling Waltz Quite Appealing Yet Appalling
That Makes Me Feel Like I Am Falling On The Floor Crawling
As The Room Spins , Round Devious And Devilish Denizens ,
I Hear A Call To Confess My Sins , By Kingpins And Has Beens
And Requests To Kneel Before These Lovely Queens Of Hearts
And Beg For Tastes Of Their Sweet Tarts Before It Is Time To Part
As Chimes Sing The Midnight Hour , Night Jasmine In Full Flower
Fills My Olfactory Sense , Perfumed Presence , In Their Grotto's Bower
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