Ian Anderson
Black Mamba
Hand in the snake pit – black mamba chase
Head through the lion's cage – head on a plate
Two feet on the hot coals – last dance at the ball
Blindfold on the tightrope – whenever you call
Be my slippery slider, black mamba crawl over me

Dark thoughts of the sleepless – hung out to dry
Slip through the bedclothes – unblinking eye
Long tongue flickering – fixed stare grip
Sweet venomous potion held to my lip
Be my slippery slider, black mamba crawl over me

A tropical whisper, a sibilant kiss
Soft strike teasing, dangerous bliss