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Death wore a glamorous mask,
death wore a beautiful dress
Death gave him one night of pleasure,
death gave him an empty sex life full of regret
When he met her, she was the life of the party
Promiscuous and bewitchingly fly
Had men and women flocking all around her,
but those pretty birds weren't on the menu that night
She was a tigress in the club jungle,
feline with one painted striped eye
He didn't know he was her prey,
that death on high heels had chosen him to die
She stalked him, then caught him on the dance floor
Whispered seductive things in his ear
She said her name was Chimera,
and she offered carnal desires most men couldn't ignore
He got swept up in the heat of passion,
then led away to her private hotel lair
She urged him to come inside her,
and coaxed him to scream her name
She said she wanted him to remember that night,
because he would never see her again
Death wore a deadly disguise that night,
death came in the form of a femme fatale
Death brought him a lifetime of pain,
once he laid down on that bed straight from hell
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