Her song is like a siren’s call that leads me to my death.
The same old tricks that make me fall will take my final breath.
The stench of death comes off her clothes but still it smells so sweet.
From highest highs to lowest lows, it’s the fate I’m doomed to meet.

She’ll offer you forbidden fruit while knowing what it holds.
You’re dignity now hers to loot, your soul bending while it folds.
But just one flash of that perfect smile, you believe it every time.
You know she’s guilty all the while, yet you help commit the crime.

You say you’re tired of the game, you always know the score.
And if the rules remain the same, why keep coming back for more?
Because denial is your only friend, and you know it to be true.
So watch her wait until the end, then get ready for round 2.