Please, what happened to the flame? (It burned down the sides) With a fondness for cooking history, revealling thoughts of Ms. Terri In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot's life Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Free, pardoned by the flame (That burned down the sides) Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Oh, but her breath escapes her Oh, but the pulse remains Oh, but her breath escapes her Oh, but her pulse remains Places, people, the stage is set Places, people, the stage is set Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin! (The trouble began, but it never ended) Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret! (The trouble began, but it never ended)