She was fluid with the music, with Ice Blue Eyes, that would Hypnotize you. An education from a Ouija board, this Voodoo Princess down in New Orleans, was sure working on me. She is the music, and her body is the beat. From across cold dark room, I could steel feel the heat. I felt the hair on my neck start to rise, to my surprise, she sashaded across the Dance floor, right up to me and said, dont look so lost MI Amor. She said my name is Casyle, and yes, You can buy me a drink. She played her part in the head games, that she taunted me to play. After a drink or two she said let's find something more interesting to do. She said your not afraid of a ghost girl are you ?Mi Amante, with eyes of Blue. I just smiled at her as I thought, what have I gotten into. As we started toward the door, I could've swore, she said nothing that you dont ask for. Time seem to slow down and as we passed the door man, he looked at me and said " Ve Con Dios Senior. She laughed and said not tonight, a Goddess will consume his sight. I asked her what he had said, back then I didn't know, she smiled and said, he told you ho have a good time Sir. I should have known when I saw her ride, a Cherry Red Fereie, Black inside. She drove me to her Casyle, but said I couldn't stay. She tempts my thirst, fine wine poured, denied a taste, it comes with a price of 4. Again time slowed as I tried to comprehend, of your Beautiful BLONDE Hairs, surely that no sin. Hypnotized by those ice blue eyes and Carmel Skin, of this Voodoo Siren down in New Orleans. As she Plucked them from the Nap of my neck, she licked one and dropped it into her drink, wrapping 3 in foil and in a drawer they were placed. With a toast she said Drink your wine and then soon we will Dine. Leading me down a Dark Corridor I remember trying to count the doors, why so many and what they were for. Finally entered a room dark except for the flickering candle light. Sitting down to a table with a feast fit for Kings. Seducing me from behind those ice blue eyes again time slowed when she said that it came with a toll, one drop of Blood isn't much of a sin, she kissed me and bit my lip and licked away the cost of this meal. 1 by 1 the candles burned out, in darkness I could see only her, how strange, this Voodoo Princess in New Orleans. glass walls that I can't break, safe inside your Casyle dangling a rope just beyond my reach. Safe inside your Castle with your pit of rattlesnakes.
Falling into her seductive gaze I'm getting hot about to catch Blaze. I'm ready to walk the tight wire, to prove that I won't faint. Go ahead and cut me to the Bone, I'll show you no screem. Emotionally blind upon a lonely throne, I am ready for the plunge.
But she takes me to a Casyle, but she won't let me stay. She tempts me with her fine wine, then denies me taste.
Seducing me from behind the glass walls that I can't break, safe inside your Casyle dangling a rope just beyond my reach. Safe inside your Casyle with your pit of rattlesnakes.
As she sways to the music her voodoo works on me, she told me her name was Casyle. I now was aware it started when I bought her a drink, and then we began to play the head games, that we both intended to play. But she would not come from inside the casyle with the glass walls I can't break.
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PAT PAXTON
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