She was tenacious in her appetite for lust
She would trap men like a butterfly to have them
She was devoted to carnal pleasures of her flesh
She would pick men like the cutting of a stem
She was unyielding in her dedication to her cause
She needed maleness and made full use of all them
She was ultimately lost unto the game
She was set aside and left alone forever
She was so lonely and had no one but herself
And her lovers cane back seldom less than never