The Mayor

Can you feel the high
Can you fear the danger
I opened the door to 
Yet another stranger
Can he be a lover
Or will he be a strangler
Night falls and here comes
The black and chrome ride
with a slick six feet five 
all muscles driver
I adjust my leather skirt
To hide what was
A glaring defect
Given at birth
High gloss lips and heels 
complete the outfit
For the trip to the mansion
Meanwhile all I can think is
His last name better not
Rhyme with Manson
Blood paved marble floors
Lead me to a well guarded
overly decorated door
Guns and champagne
He won yet another campaign
Coke from Colombia
and cubans from his humidor
A man of taste 
Revered and feared
He's got no time to waste
Red satin sheets
Among all that bling
His bed's bigger than a
California king 
He's all business
With only Satan 
as his witness
Around my neck 
The mighty dollar
Is his idea of 
a perfect collar
Gold and silver are the hook
Only for the powerful names 
in his little black book
The finest and the bravest
They all know a cement bath 
is a great foundation for
His enemies graves
My scent is like blood for a vampire
Tonight I am his secret desire
The queen of an evil empire