Title: "Elegance in B***d"
(Verse 1)
In a quaint little town under silver skies,
Where the morning sun spills gold on her thighs,
She stands by the stall with poultry in view,
A picture of grace and a killer’s allure.
Her hands, soft and delicate, cradle the knives,
But there’s power in beauty, where darkness thrives.
With each careful slice, she dances so free,
In the chill of the air, her beauty's the key.
(Chorus)
Oh, beautiful butcher, with a heart so wild,
Your elegance blooms in the b***d of birds wild;
With each swing of your arm, every flash of your grace,
You carve out the beauty of a haunting embrace.
(Verse 2)
She whispers sweet nothings, confessions untold,
To the fragile and feathery, hearts full of gold.
The spark in her eyes, of a woman unfazed,
As the hen meets its end, in the glow of the blaze.
Her curves by the table, a silhouette light,
Like portraits of Venus, the scene feels so right.
With every drop falling, her beauty ascends,
As chaos orchestrates, the dance never ends.
(Chorus)
Oh, beautiful butcher, with a heart so wild,
Your elegance blooms in the b***d of Hens wild;
With each swing of your arm, every flash of your grace,
You carve out the beauty of a haunting embrace.
(Bridge)
With feathers around her, a crown fit for crime,
As the world watches closely, suspended in time.
The beauty in her brutality steals breath away,
In the swirl of the moment, the price that they pay.
(Verse 3)
A symphony played with the edge of her k***e,
Every heartbeat silenced awaits her sweet strife.
She's both savior and reaper, in the dim morning light,
With a smile that enchants but hides quivering fright.
(Chorus)
Oh, beautiful butcher, with a heart so wild,
Your elegance blooms in the b***d of Hens wild;
With each swing of your arm, every flash of your grace,
You carve out the beauty of a haunting embrace.
(Outro)
In the quiet of twilight, she wipes down her hands,
A portrait of beauty fulfilling dark plans.
The beautiful butcher, with a f***l allure,
In the stillness of dusk, she remains ever pure.
