Beautiful Black Dressing Gown

What a beautiful black dressing gown

What a shame for a beauty that don't last

Once that pretty lips are open up

It fires sharp razor cut

Blood for those who would watch

Such a beautiful black dressing gown

Sometimes I'm scared of what these hands are capable of

When those dark eyes are lurking for

A feeling that has no word

A word that could not be said

I'm scared that these hands would speak

A language that withdraw peace

A mano a mano 

With no mercy and daunt

For that beautiful black dressing gown

Until it's on its own at the dawn