Flirting With Death
Dress yourself in rags of red,
Pick a rose from the garden of your soul,
Kiss your life, as you know it,
You're going out tonight.
Dance until your feet are bloody,
Then dance and dance some more,
Leave blood-stained footprints on the canvas of your life,
Show him where you've been,
So he can decide,
Where you've yet to go.
Caress the knife blade with your silken hands,
Leave an ocean of your essence,
Put on your fancy jewels,
Why don't you go out and have a drink?
It's on Death tonight.
Bat your bloody eyelashes,
Slow the beating of your time-worn heart,
Kiss the one who'll take away the pain,
Let him come to you,
Death has a date tonight.