Lucyfire

She's a tiptoeing black cat in a limousine Cadillac
A re-animation after a heartattack
A bloodred carpet under my feet
A taste of magic under bloodret sheets
As pure as the rain that's falling
She is as pure as S.I.N.
And all the sins are burning
All fires from within
With a russian stew and a pile of the dirtiest rags
In a fivestar hotel where black men carry my bags
I slept all days away but I only dreamt of her
Who rides the milky way in a cheap fake bluefox fur