When the moon is full
I show a certain inclination
It’s way worse than PMS
A truly hairy situation
My fur’s soft as silk
I get a bit hirsute
Me and others of my ilk
Are in wolfish pursuit
Ahh – Oooooh – Werewoman of Brooklyn
I’m a lady lycanthrope
But I’ll rip out your throat
Ah – Oooooh – Werewoman of Brooklyn
I’ll fulfill your dreams
If you don’t mind a few screams
It’s true I’ll tear you up
If you dare cross me
An alpha female
Ain’t no one can boss me
Me and my weregirls
Hang out at Brighton Beach
Go moonbathing at midnight
Attack anyone within reach
Ahh – Ooooooh – Werewomen of Brooklyn
From Flatbush to Cozine
Prospect Heights to Fort Greene
Ahh – Ooooooh – Werewoman of Brooklyn
Yeah, we’re representin’
No intention of repentin’
I have a special someone
My friends say it’ll never work
I should stick to my own kind
And while I know I really oughta
She’s Dracula’s daughter
Her love bites are so fine!
Ahh – Oooooh – Werewoman of Brooklyn
I’m a lady lycanthrope
But I’ll rip out your throat
Ah – Oooooh – Werewoman of Brooklyn
I’ll fulfill your dreams
If you don’t mind a few screams
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