Scorpio Red - The Holy Mackerel

Born at the edge of winter

She was November’s child

Under the sign of the Scorpio

She was bound to be wild

Hold her and love her

Still she’s a stranger

The red headed lady

Just will not be tamed

Though you may need her

Don’t try to lead her

This is the lady they named

Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red

Wearing a robe that is emerald green

She can make a man bow

Some say the cat that she carries about

Is like her somehow

Men will pursue her

Wanting to do her

Favors and errands

But she will have none

Laughing at money

Riches seem funny

Heaven and Hell may just want

Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red

Was a time she belonged to me

Was a time she belonged to me

Sunlight’s her right light for loves that she

Giving herself to me

Her hair falling over my pillow

Like a crimson waterfall

Making no promise to stay

I knew she’d leave me someday

I’d wake alone in the morning

And that would be all

Of Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red

Scorpio Red