From far away, comes a distant cry
Not a cry, a song
From a maiden so sweet, and ever so sly,
Looking upon her, one would think that in the world there was no wrong.

Sweet, from high and low.
She will hum, calling, calling,
To tempt the men and fluster the boys, just for show.
To move in for the ****, she is only stalling.

In the dead of night,
Her song will entrance,
Those willing to aid her plight,
They come for a kiss and a dance.

A kiss and a dance one might receive,
But a mysterious ****** would soon occur,
However, beautiful eyes are hard to deceive,
All because of a longing to spend a night with her.