Red Light District
There is this disrict we go and howl in,
allowing us to scream and go way down.
Relief for numbness of broken up skin,
I found a man who can handle the crown.
Once his rough fingers land upon my chin,
not a trace will remain of my nightgown.
Between bows and curtsies is the red light,
that flips my switch on every single night.
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