Deviant Miscreant Songtext

In fact, nobody in this short haut monde
could see their growing bond.
The void in their hearts was isochronous.
No wonder they grew fond.

How mutinous. How mutinous.
Their motives were highly mutinous.
Ambiguous. Ambiguous.
Their intentions were ambiguous.

Many guests were categorized as demi-monde.
Despite this, most of them saw themselves as Demi Moore.
One such guest was very much a demi-mondane.
She could not see how she was utterly mundane.
Like her, some of the guests were impecunious.
A lot of the guests were fairly penurious.

One of the two women had a face which resembled
several dark-haired film actresses.
She was the megalomaniac who trembled many hearts with her cynicism.

She is engaged in erotomania
as much as
she is engulfed in megalomania.
She's also
vastly enslaved by hypomania.

Promiscuous. Promiscuous.
Her love life is promiscuous.
Unscrupulous. Unscrupulous.
Her behaviour is unscrupulous.

If she had to rate her life on a one to ten scale
in terms of how bad things have gotten for her,
she would give a pretty high number;
It justifies her skepticism.

She may have a hetero side and a compunction but
the Poison Ivy movies and the Cruel Intentions films
are clearly the main influences for her
devious mentality and her lesbianism.

Incestuous. Incestuous.
She's getting a little bit incestuous.
Bi-curious. Bi-curious.
The innocent one's bi-curious.

Most of the guests commenced in bavardage.
They shunned those they deemed as démodé.
Others engaged in a plethora of personal excess.
They indulge in their vices after they divulge the code.
The sexual scheme could face a sabotage.
The plan could not afford to be less of a sure success.

It's treacherous. It's treacherous.
What they are doing is treacherous.
From their speech to the smiles and
the stroking of the hands.
They caress each other's sides
and massage each other's knees.
Everyone is unaware of
the homosexual glee.

The momentum of their liaison
resulted in private hysteria.
The nature of their love was hands-on.
Not a single soul found their pact to be forbidden,
that is because their nymphomania was kept hidden.
If anybody found out, there would be Armageddon.

One of the guests had embarked
into a harangue
about his top favourite
magazine - Kerrang.
Even teenyboppers were unimpressed
by his diatribe
about why they should subscribe.
He couldn't quite jibe.
His identity was hardly repressed.
They began to gibe.
He became so stressed and very depressed.

Temerarious. Temerarious.
The drinking was temararious.
Tempestuous. Tempestuous.
The drunken crowd are tempestuous.

The juniors were loud beyond comprehension.
The seniors were proud of their own pretension.

The food was the other thing getting the attention.
The false talk masqueraded sexual frustration.

It's dexterous. It's dexterous.
The fingering was dexterous.
Delirious. Delirious.
Their libidos were delirious.

The teenage girls were not the center of retention.
Everyone
else were so
engaged in conversation.

The pair left without a trace, a care or a mention.
They were free to explore their sexual tension.

Meticulous. Meticulous.
The way they escaped was meticulous.
Preposterous. Preposterous.
Nobody noticing is preposterous.

What they would do at the party was not the exception.
Instead of a one night stand, it was just the inception.

Self indulgence saved them from apprehension.
All but two
were drunk to
the extent of reprehension.

Narcissism stopped people from fearing déclassé.
An assortment of film snobs viewed themselves as debonair.
Fashion critics denounced many dresses as passé.
A variety of guests shared the same confrère.
People were too distracted by the bizarre
such as an escalating bagarre.

Libidinous. Libidinous.
The kissing was extremely libidinous.
So sumptuous. So sumptuous.
She is finding her nipples so sumptuous.

The deviant one made love de haut en bas.
She gained her style from bumping in a car.
The angelic one turns her on with her ah.
She's preferring this to a ménage à trois.
Little does she know, she's becoming a porn star.
If someone saw this, their memory would be scarred.

The laughs were interchangeable with the mansion legion.
The vixen and the rabbit were rampant in their burgeon.
Music robbed shouting incapable of recognition.
The loud singing allowed the groans to not reach submission.
The two ladies were totally past deprehension.
They were now fully immersed in their own prehension.

Euphonious. Euphonious.
The sounds from their voices were euphonious.
Quite boisterous. Quite boisterous.
The lovers were becoming quite boisterous.

She's getting it here.
She's getting it there.
She's getting it here and everywhere.

The devil was engrossed when they did it in the shower.
The angel was enthralled with the lust that she was showered.
Various edible liquids made their skin lubricious.
Soon-to-be sisters found each other more delicious.

The conscious few had an incredibly drunken discussion.
Some thought they heard what sounded like dark musical bludgeon.
Noisy guitars disguised the screams like it was a mission.
Bass conspicuously obscured the kinky percussion.
Industrial sludge and an orchestra helped to cushion.
The drums masked the furniture succumbing to scission.

Uproarious. Uproarious.
The sex was increasingly uproarious.
Tumultuous. Tumultuous.
The overlapping sounds were tumultuous.

They licked, tickled, squeezed and spanked each other's derrière.
Some of their positions incorporate pas-de-bourrée.
They share flair as they fondle each other's hair.
To convert an angel was the fox's arrière-pensée.
The bunny bounced to the realization that she loves being gay.
As they devour each other's bodies, she takes time out to say:

"Let's savour each and every moment. This could be our heyday."

The morning after, black was the perception.
All, minus two, were drunk into concussion.
All, except two, knew none of the deception.
For all they knew, above was a recussion.

Incredulous. Incredulous.
Incestual sex is incredulous.
Maniacal. Maniacal.
The miscreant is maniacal.

Horny lasses celebrate their conception.
Less is more as time forces their compression.
The teens pull off a wonderful concoction:
a short blast of bliss that's sexy compassion.

Impetuous. Impetuous.
The love-making was more impetuous.
Too lecherous. Too lecherous.
Their love for each other was too lecherous.

They grasp and gasp to the point of concretion.
A shared soothing sigh signals the conclusion.
The duo embrace to yin/yang perfection.
They, now, await the slumberous reception.

Con artists, con amore and con brio.