"Do you have the time?"
You tell her that it's half past eight
For you, this woman could never be late!
She smiles - a cheeky little grin
Flicks her hair, then she moves in...
Whispers in your ear, so sweetly:
"Are you the man sent to complete me?"
She's bold and sassy,
Sexy and sweet
A vampish-slender, gorgeous treat!
Into your soul
She snakes and shimmies
Plies you with drinks
Your heart she 'jimmies'
Then once she's crow-barred her way inside
Your drunken shell
She will divide!
Take you to pieces,
Bit by bit
Until there's nothing left of 'it'
For she plays games,
And loves to win!
The Loser,
Her Eternal Sin...
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