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Seven Headed Beast

I'm walking in dressed debonair
everyone is filled with glee
leaving their problems at the door
ready to let loose on the dance floor
then I see her
the one that haunts my dreams
looking so beautiful
in her pencil length skirt
has my mind racing with sinful thoughts
oh how I would like to get her alone
give her cherry lips sweet kisses

it's 666 as we do the twist
and I think we might end up in hell tonight
but I think that might be alright

her parents would disapprove
of us and the music that is playing
it has us possessed
doing things we shouldn't
her hips moving
my rhythm grooving
oh my my
those eyes are as bright as the moonlit sky
perhaps we vacant heaven
the dancefloor our witchery

it's 666 as we do the twist
and I think we might end up in hell tonight
but I think that might be alright

finally I get her alone
two horny beasts in a darken room
she starts to remove her top
as I hurry my belt
her hair falls covering plump breast
my hands go in for the move
this is it
the cherry on top of a mystic day
before suddenly
she turns into a seven headed beast
and rips my heart out