Curved border of brown dragons.

Red Velvet


Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 7/30/01
Music: ttto "Velvet", Talis Kimberley
Insp: Tom Digby's question about whether chocolate is poisonous to werewolves, and when.

He eats the deep dark sweets of the chocolate lover.
He drinks the Swiss Miss drink of a cocoa man.
She leaves the open box and the crackling papers
And shuts the icebox door with a bitter hand.
She gave up such delights when the full moon called her;
Her sharper nose cries out for more...

REF1:
She swore off chocolate and she’s one week clean --
Goes without theobromine.
She swore off chocolate, ('cause she) understood
It does lupines nothing good
She swore off chocolate for the moon above
She doesn't eat what she used to love.
So she goes without and she's longing within,
'Cause she swore off chocolate like an allergen.

She walks the grocery aisles like a starving creature.
She wants, but what he buys would kill.
She scents his bars, and Dutch is a deep dark rapture
But she walks past with an iron will.
Buys carob and red meat, which ought to calm her.
She feeds but still her tastebuds aren’t appeased...

REF2:
She swore off chocolate and she’s two weeks clean --
Goes without theobromine.
She swore off chocolate, ('cause she) understood
It does lupines nothing good
She swore off chocolate for the moon above
But he still eats what she used to love.
So she goes without and she's murder within
'Cause she gave up chocolate like an allergen.

She's home from work again, and the job is wearing.
Her lover waits for her upstairs.
Soon she will run the night, but for now she's swearing
In mumbled words that make her howls sound fair.
But she forgot the date it'll be next morning.
The gift she got for Valentine's is... brown.

REF3:
She swore off chocolate and she’s three weeks clean --
Goes without theobromine.
She swore off chocolate, ('cause she) understood
It does lupines nothing good
She swore off chocolate for the moon above
And she won't eat what she used to love,
So she goes without, and now he’s carrion
'Cause she gave up chocolate like an allergen.

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