Initials B.B.

One night as I was just moping around
In some English pub, in the heart of London town
Leafing through Monstrous Love by Pauwels
A vision hovered above the whiskey soda bottles

The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B
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The initials
B.B

While the decorations of her conquerors
Glittered to her gyrations, bronze and golden ores
The platinum engraved, cold circles that linger
Those marks of a slave upon each finger

The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B
The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B

Almost to her hips, she is booted
Brimming, like a chalice, with her beauty
She wears nothing at all but her perfumed hair
Essence de Guerlain in her long hair

The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B
The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B

With each little quiver one could detect
Little bells of silver around her neck
Ringing could be heard as she came near
And spoke the word Almeria

The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B
The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B

The initials
The initials
The initials
B.B
The initials
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B.B

The initials
The initials
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B.B
The initials
The initials
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B.B