Embassy of Silence - Maneater | Текст песни

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I am a woman of impeccable taste
A gourmand with a certain need
When I invite my guests for dinner
A feast shall ensue indeed
A mere assembly of fine connaisseurs
Is not enough to satisfy
For alas, my friends, in order to suffice
I'm afraid you shall have to die

Maneater, never appeased
Maneater, voracious beast

Well, the bon-vivants of my fervent kind are sorely misunderstood
Our rare delicacy demonized by the middle-class neighborhood
A vegetarian recently said I should prefer more nutritious greens
So I had him over for some nice Chianti and Pancetta with Fava-beans

Maneater, never appeased
Maneater, voracious beast

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