".44 Magnum"

Dark as night she stands in the moonlight

Fangs glisten as she grins about to take flight

Silver .44 ' s in each of her pale hands

Deadly, yet beautiful she dissapears across the sand

She belongs to no man, as free as the wind

Evil incarnate she appeared as she grinned

She ' ll take you and break you and leave you for dead

True Toreador at heart, she teases, and screws with your head

Her touch as soft as silk will melt you where you stand

A grin, a flash of skin, then she waves you away with a hand

Untouchable, and sensual, all yearn to be near her

Get too close, she laughs, then happily pulls the trigger

With black leather boots that lace up to her thighs