She's a devil,
You can see it in her eye.
She wants revenge,
Though no one knows why.
She's out to kill,
Just for sex and the fun.
And she comes out on top,
And she knows she has won.
She'll take you,
Just like he took her.
She's out for the kill,
Her memory's a blur.
She looks like an angel,
She smiles for you,
And she welcomes your touch,
Even though she ain't much,
She gives you her all,
And you don't ask for more,
But your eyes are begging,
And your body is pleading.
She knows what's in store.
This devil, she'll kill you,
And you'll never be the same.
You think she's an angel,
And you fall into her game.
I found this very interresting... I'm drawn to this for some reason. Keep up the good work ـ
*wink* *wink* You think you're so cool. We all know you are really writing about your loofah-sponge fetish. You are a sick, sick woman.