She was sizing me up
She was staring you down
She glared at me and growled my eyes looked lovely on her gown
She was feeling us out
To see who’s daring who
She sighed and cooed your lipstick sure looked lovely on her shoe

She curled up and purred
In a wrought iron bed
You closed your eyes and whispered, “She looks gorgeous in red”
She said, “The Jag really brings out my bag and my shoes
I need leathers, pearls and diamonds
Bring me feathers, furs and fools”

She wore our wind on her wastelands
She wore our hearts on her sleeve
She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown
She was only wearing you and me around

We swung from her rafters and her grand chandelier
I drank from her slipper with her tongue in my ear
We crawled through her stairwells, her cellars, and her halls
We rattled all her windows and left cracks in all her walls

She wore our wind on her wastelands
She wore our hearts on her sleeve
She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown
She was only wearing you and me around

She said, “Sin only wears us all around for a while
We rise into fashion, then we fall out of style”
Now we’re tattered on her barbed wire
And scattered on her thorns
We’re litter on her roadside and we’re fodder for her scorn

She wore our wind on her wastelands
She wore our hearts on her sleeve
She pinned the medal of our scent to her gown
She was only wearing you and me around