This Pretty Lair published at mannequinenvy.com in 2005 Amaretto eyes strung along by ivory, all drawn to the lone head deity. Did you ever have a sweetheart to bury? To find you we crept passed mothers and braved ancient cables. Passed broken boards and saw dust, the small dancers stole your view. The Fox echoing Tchaikovsky, but not a soul to be seen as we trespassed through this pretty lair.