We are the daughters born wailing siren songs

Our mother abandoned to the night

Hear our song and know it is for you

The men in their powdered wigs

Hiding powdered noses

Pushing their faces in spring flowers

See our sharpened teeth and tongues

And know they were made for you

You’ll beg and beg

For a smile

A laugh

Oh, we are so much prettier when we smile

Feel our breath at your ear

Smell the iron on the air

Know we are here for you

The bastard daughters of the night

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