Satan's Angel, Devil's Mistress

On the marquee down in Vegas, Satan’s Angel, Devil’s Mistress. Expectations high for certain, waiting for the rising curtain. Band is playing, fans are waiting, cheering now is escalating. Lights are dimming. Hold your seats boys! Now here she comes! Lets make some noise! Hear the drum roll; now she enters. All are fans here, no dissenters. When she takes off her satin cape, the boys in front start to go ape. Hips are swaying, ever bolder. Sexy eyes begin to smolder. Starting slowly, sequins glimmer, faster now they start to shimmer. Garments loosen as she teases, crowd excited as she pleases. One by one she starts to throw down, items ‘till the final showdown. Men who watch her fall in a trance, woven by the spell of her dance. Minds are cleared of daily hassles, by her spinning, flaming tassels. If you ever go down to Vegas, Satans Angel, Devil’s Mistress, she will please you, that’s for certain, from the start ‘till final curtain.