Lioness you have picked up the scent
for those crimes I did not commit
when you tear away the flesh
I am still grazing on that grassy plain
As you crouch all ready to pounce
you taste something very different
and panic wells inside my rib cage
stealing my heart away
I know I am slower than you, but I see you now
and am looking deep into your eyes Lioness
Even me, I taste something very different
It is just one more day on that grassy plain
Feeding on the anticipation of you
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