Lyrics:

Spit on your head and lead me inside

Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide


Sow, mare, bitch, vixen,

I've always had a thing for dangerous women.


One more line and an audience will clap in their head

Removing the animal hide that covers your bed


With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed

across my pale body clenched in her fist


Sow, mare, bitch, vixen,

I've always had a thing for dangerous women.


Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard

Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard


The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings

I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says 'no strings'


Sow, mare, bitch, vixen,

I've always had a thing for dangerous women.


It's easy to remember and hard to forget

For the dust of reflection has not settled yet