Array ( [sid] => 184867 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The huntress [time] => 2018-02-11 19:12:30 [hometext] => Wealth makes you a target. [bodytext] => Bring me, buy me, get me, take me;
Hunt me, woo me, thrill me, shake me!
Come and sit beside me dear;
And let me whisper in your ear!

With a little invitation;
I could be your inspiration!
I propose we play a game:
You be $anta, I’ll be Jane!

You could be the envy of;
All the old men at your club!
Do you think that they’ll believe;
What you have draped across your sleeve?

Furs and gold and stocks and wine;
Make this girl your valentine!
Cuddles for a Maserati;
Kisses for a red Bugatti!

For a paltry little flat;
I can raise your thermostat!
Paris? Milan! Acapulco!
Loyal me will go where you go!

Satin Siren by the fire;
Stirring up your lost desire;
Making men from wealthy mice;
Melting down their glacial ice!

Where’s the fun in having money?
Let me help you spend it honey!
Warm on cold; Young on old;
Sign right here, in solid gold.
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The huntress
Date: Sunday, 11th February 2018 @ 07:12:30 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
Bring me, buy me, get me, take me;
Hunt me, woo me, thrill me, shake me!
Come and sit beside me dear;
And let me whisper in your ear!

With a little invitation;
I could be your inspiration!
I propose we play a game:
You be $anta, I’ll be Jane!

You could be the envy of;
All the old men at your club!
Do you think that they’ll believe;
What you have draped across your sleeve?

Furs and gold and stocks and wine;
Make this girl your valentine!
Cuddles for a Maserati;
Kisses for a red Bugatti!

For a paltry little flat;
I can raise your thermostat!
Paris? Milan! Acapulco!
Loyal me will go where you go!

Satin Siren by the fire;
Stirring up your lost desire;
Making men from wealthy mice;
Melting down their glacial ice!

Where’s the fun in having money?
Let me help you spend it honey!
Warm on cold; Young on old;
Sign right here, in solid gold.


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