Was it just a notion
Just a passing motion
Going through the days
Nothing more she wishes to say
Then the night comes
And a vixen she becomes
Playing on her personal strengths
Going to great lengths
She can tease and torment
Without so much as a passing comment
Her eyes entice
Her soul as cold as ice
She will lure you in
Make you want to commit a sin
She is a danger to any man
Try an resist her if you can
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