Eye Of The Tigress
28th December 2009


Eye of the tigress
She slips out at night
To roar with her friends
In the cool moonlight

Her face is all freckles
And gingery hair
As she runs through the sleepy town
In her underwear

Any false move
And she'll disappear
Into a snicket
Or a pub with no beer

She's like a ghost
From a distant age
Like something out of fiction
Come alive from the page.


Lyrics © Christopher Hester 2009
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