Thorn

She was a thorn
Underneath his skin
She was a secret rose
She didn’t tell him where she’d been
She said his name
His soul it wanted more
He didn’t know if she was a Sorceress, a lady or a whore

Out on the streets
Every vendor spoke her name
She rode by in a dress so red
He thought he’d go insane
He closed his eyes
Desire shone so bright
He didn’t know if she was a Sorceress or lady of the night

She whispered
"Please, please, don’t follow me"

She sang a song
That called into the night
He left behind his home, his sense
To stay within her sight
She knew his name
And what he cared most for
He’d never know if she was a Sorceress, a lady or a whore

She whispered
"Please, please, don’t follow me"

He was the thorn
Underneath her skin
She kept her secret close at heart
Because she only wanted him
She struck the match
That let the chase begin
She made him seek that mystery fire
But mystery’s not a sin

She was a thorn
Underneath his skin
She was a secret rose
She didn’t tell him where she’d been
She said his name
His soul it wanted more
It didn’t matter if she was a Sorceress, a lady or a whore