Plenty men have got to know her,
Seen the night from her warm shoulder,
More of them have had desires,
Full of dreams and mornings after.

Some of the have seen the sheets,
In the nights when she felt weak,
Given all to those one nighters,
Who just knew what she was after

Quite a few have had their hearts,
Lost deep in her greedy eyes,
Poisoned by her love and freedom,
Found themselves stuck in her prison.

Knowledge of the years, the depth,
Is the knowledge of the end,
Escape is a sweet day dream,
Far away, and still unseen.

Night comes as the cold embracer,
For the ones who lost their pleasure,
She won't miss a single trip,
Which it starts and ends their sleep.