7 October 2012
"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...
Beware Her • Opuss № I