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Ladykiller

 

Ladykiller

(album: Demon Flower - 1994)


Across a crowded room
The lone wolf was weaving his magic
Casting his spell he blew the competition away
He was a monster of seduction
On a glorious trail of destruction

Well his youth burned hard, he was a true bird of prey
He twitched like a peacock as he put himself on display
Well he carried a grand illusion
He worked himself into a state of confusion
As he drank in the hope that his princess would come one day

She was still hanging round and the boys had all tried
With the old hip and shoulder he pushed them aside
But his fingers are trembling
As he fumbles through the foreplay tonight
Yeah he's still a true ladykiller down to the bone

From door to door he blunders like a travelling salesman
Stoking the fire he's out there doing his homework again
But he can face just so much rejection
He's only searching for love and affection
But he carries his tail 'tween his legs like a wounded man

As he drank to the final solution
He sank into himself like a stone
It was guaranteed to drown the confusion
But he's still weaving between the tables tonight
God's gift is a terrible sight
But he's still a true ladykiller down to the last time he loved

She went straight to the heart
Whoever she was she had the best of part
That part of himself that he longed to forgive
How he longed to remember and he longed to relive…

But somewhere sometime somebody cares
In the meantime he dithers on half baked affairs
Yeah they come and go like ships in a storm
And he wallows like a wreck in the wake of their scorn

Yeah the girls are all leaving now
But he scrambles for that last little bit on the run
Then it's back to the nest when the killing is done
Yeah he's still a true ladykiller down to the bone

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