This girl is devilish
This one is angelic
Her lips turn forward
Her sweet gaze moves to me

But the girl reflecting
From the glass
Could give me hell
She's tight
Her eyes make sly conversations with mine

It's a mask
The one she wears each day
Showing people her small hands
And the underside of her belly
The way she moves
The way she speaks
Nervous and shy

She takes it off
Comes out in the night
When the boys are rolling
When the joint is right
She's a serpent
And she dances just for me