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Shall I tell you their
story?
They were two servants to a dark Making their mark just for a lark…No? Well, that was long agoWhen he went down below She was a hot little girlAnd he loved her view And wouldn’t you?Anyway, nice dress – no stress Beat and DefloresBeat and Deflores She’s the flower of SpainHe dreams of crimson Pleasure and painBut now she’s undone And damn, the sheets have started to run…Beat Deflores Wipe down the bedCause she’ll lose her head Her flower beckonsHis chance, he reckons And he loved her viewAnd wouldn’t you? Beat and DefloresHer whispers caress ‘Oh my sinner,What gifts you deliver! A man’s fleshAnd fresh…’ A finger with a ring in a box andThe key that opens all of the locks Beat and DeFloresAnd he whispers On the spread‘Commend me to the lady’s bed’ And she whispers‘Rise to your dinner’ He will win her,Her kind honorable Master, He has the strength of the castle.And so her honorable Lord; Pushes her against the boardBeat Deflores My justice invites your blood to understand meThis flesh you hand me And you must be easedWhile I am pleased It’s a rarityJust a charity from This woman dripp’d in bloodBut still her blossom starts to flood She squirms at the thoughtAnd tastes her dark flower At this very, very late hourShe’s been up late But that’s their fateBeat and Deflores And we will live for a whileWord for word and worm for worm HonestlyHe loved her view For a whileBut that was long ago When she went down belowToday the crimson dreams are gone For then, he could do all wrongBeat and Deflores Love gives her a deathHe tastes her breath She opens her heartShe grips the sheets Beat DefloresPush PushHe’ll break her down She was a hot little girlHe loved her view And wouldn’t you?She throws her head back and dreams And he fills her mouth with his screamsFor never was bride so fearfully distressed And so badly dressed…But vengeance begins With more sinsAnd in her womb so curs’d She’ll engender this viper firstThe girl is fucking medieval. ‘You’ll kneel for it’He smiles and they cope in braces He takes her recompense her grudging and groaningShe smiles and thinks, ‘He cannot but in justice strangle meBut I will lie with him as the cheater uses me’ She grips the sheets andScreams the dreams and the darkness lingers She dreams of her bangleAnd Alsemero’s finger finding her angle It’s just a songAnd now not for long… Beat DefloresShe’s not a girl anymore Lost it in that little roomWhere they loved their doom What a boreAnd now no more Beat Deflores |
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Based on The Changeling, III.IV by Thomas Middleton |
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