In the Prose of Passion
Shane, Irish Warrior Princess
The grace of a swan
The beauty of a Cobra
The strength of a god
She's filled with pure poison
The eyes like a dragon
Will cause you great pain
Irish Warrior princess
This woman named Shane
She never does age
Gets better with years
The world is her stage
Brings men to their tears
She'll slay you with passion
Don't look in her eyes
She shows no compassion
Her eyes hypnotize
Men are defenseless
Her beauty's too strong
The chains of her dungeons
Is where you belong
Her lips are like poison
One taste and your hers
To life in her prison
You're doomed by her curse
Seduced by her beauty
I've lost all control
There's no turning back
I gave her my soul
The power of beauty
Is her claim to fame
Irish Warrior Princess
The goddess named Shane
Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane
The beauty of a Cobra
The strength of a god
She's filled with pure poison
The eyes like a dragon
Will cause you great pain
Irish Warrior princess
This woman named Shane
She never does age
Gets better with years
The world is her stage
Brings men to their tears
She'll slay you with passion
Don't look in her eyes
She shows no compassion
Her eyes hypnotize
Men are defenseless
Her beauty's too strong
The chains of her dungeons
Is where you belong
Her lips are like poison
One taste and your hers
To life in her prison
You're doomed by her curse
Seduced by her beauty
I've lost all control
There's no turning back
I gave her my soul
The power of beauty
Is her claim to fame
Irish Warrior Princess
The goddess named Shane
Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane
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Shane, Irish Warrior Princess
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