Blue Bonnet

Blue bonnet girl
Your smile's not real
Yet you're leading me so gracefully
To the parlor room of sweet perfume
Where webs are waved in devil's looms
It's a love dungeon
Blue bonnet girl
Your words are pearls
And fragrant to my dying soul
Now you're leading me
Through glades of green
Your breath's like death and cold like screams
Oh, don't touch