Real wild mister

Was there ever talk of love
In the stillness of the night
Did you ever walk away from a love so bright
See you standing in the moon
See you walking in the night
Did you ever ever see
A star so bright
A finer sight
Burning cold
She was burning cold
Did you ever, ever see
A finer sight
Baby your lady
Won't you tame this tiger
Won't you give her your love
Real wild
Mister mister
Won't you join your priestess
The dying sun gleamered in the west
Painting bloody hues of abstract
And that paints are painted best
When all senses betray the fact
Then it is the soul of my soul
Soon the stars sparkled high
Upon the velvet veil
With the ghostly moon sighing sighs
Althroughout the slowing sail
But quick gray clouds gathered
Wiping the lights away
Howling winds like rushing bees
Still it is in anyway
The painter of dusk, the lights of night
The chill and the rain melody soft
Is a shelter more'n day's bright
It is YOU - the soul of my soul
I summon to the winding ancient stair

The tigress wants you in her snare

Set all your mind upon the steep ascent

Freak bitch baby needs to be bent

Upon the breathless starlit air