Genteel in droves
she's drug of choice
you stay at bay
but follow her voice

It's often said
"if looks could ****"
her beauty's hooks
a lustful-red pill.

Your brain's a machine,
gears and all
she'll gum your works
the plane will fall.

She'll get you good
you'll never see,
the innocent girl
she claims to be.

Once you're on the slab
***** as a building
the devil ***** you dry
your bones for kindling.