A haunting voice jarringly pierces the aching silence
This wailing enchants with its pain-brushed violence
Her melancholy lingers like the aroma of steeping tea
Thirsting men desperately wander into her misery
An ethereal cry vibrates up and down her collarbone and neck
Curves of mahogany, allure men into shame-brushed calamity
Her enticing voice lingers like the aroma of steeping tea
Curves of mahogany pull men into her violent mystery
An Irishman hears her enchanting voice and is drawn in by her allure
He runs his fingers across her delicate collarbone and whispers to her
This red-bearded man gently rests his chin against her mahogany curves
She hauntingly sings, as he slides his hands along her gown of strings
Ivory hands wildly move up and down her mahogany silhouette
Violent with passion, fingers hold her neck, and break a string on her dress
His red-bearded chin deeply sinks into her enchanting body of mystery
Her ethereal voice is like a violin; she pierces the aching silence deep within men