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The woman dressed wily of heart,
The attire of a harlot;
She is very loud to impart,
In such a seductive scarlet,
Her feet are not staying at home,
On the street rather than her house;
Around the city she will roam,
Searching for men without a spouse.
At each corner she lies in wait,
Seizes a man giving a kiss,
Pleads with him to take on a date,
Promising him to feel a bliss.
She says with an imprudent face,
She has peace offerings to give;
And paid her vows for to embrace,
His wildest dreams he could live.
So now she has a chance to meet,
The man that she eagerly found;
For sweeping him off of his feet,
Whispering an alluring sound.
She decked her bed with cotton sheets,
That was colored of fine linen;
As the eyes of the man entreats,
Perfumed aroma of passion.
She wants to fill him till morning,
Delighting him with so much love;
Be enticed by her adorning,
The sensual beauty thereof.
But her husband has gone away,
And has taken all her money;
But she has many bills to pay,
Desires some milk and honey.
Her seductive speech persuades him,
Smooth talk compels him to give cash;
Flattering lips passionate vim,
As her movements were bold and brash.
Let not your heart to stray the path,
And cut down by her mighty thong;
Hell is her home where she gives wrath,
Doing what is morally wrong.

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