Count Dracula has curly hair and lips so very red
She’s always coming after dark, like all the great undead
She salivates when scenting blood, a virgin led to bed
His ardent youth and vigour she will drain until well fed
Her appetite’s the stuff of myth, her reputation dread
No lover’s flesh is sacred, there’s none she will not shred

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