Not intentional,
Yet not far from the mind,
Roped poor young boys in,
Like a puppy dogs by her side.
Pretty and seductive,
Wanting only what a boy has got to give,
Cruel with no mercy,
Powder does hide her sick inner side.
Knowing where she is going,
Knowing what she will leave behind.
This girl is a master piece,
Bred to please,
Using only men on her mind
Appears with pinpoint timing,
Leaves a mans heart longing,
She knows no happy feeling,
There is nothing worth mentioning inside.
Diamonds and pearls,
Champagne and red wine,
Desired between those motel satin sheets,
Dangerous as a poisoned thorn
Takes as she wants,
Thinks no second thought,
Speaks with an air that demands attention,
Leaves those poor boys too far lost.
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