SUCCUBUS

He was shy and he was ugly
Never had a friend
Lived alone in the city
Long nights without end
He would watch the women
Walk the midnight street
How he craved their beauty
To make his life complete.
And then a voice from the darkness
Said "Brother, ain't you heard?
Succubus...is a masculine word."

He looked in the mirror
And what did he see
But the body of a woman
Just as pretty as could be.
She had the moves and the mystery
She had the pulling power
She was all he'd ever wanted
In that endless midnight hour.
She had to laugh like a demon
'Cause the truth was so absurd:
Succubus...is a masculine word.

Now she goes out every evening
And plays the devil's whore
And he wakes up every morning
Sick and scared, and craving more
He can't control the demon
He doesn't want to try
And if she ever left him
He knows that he would die.
She leads others to damnation
While his own is just deferred
And the boundary between them
Every day becomes more blurred
It's the strangest transformation
That ever has occurred--
Succubus...is a masculine word.