I step in shallow passion puddles.
I don’t swim in love-filled lakes.
I dive straight into scarlet sin,
  and drown in my mistakes.
So many men I’ve left astray,
  and led into dismay.
I’m a pretty, pouting, predator,
  pouncing on her prey.

In the past my heart was glass,
  shattering many times.
But soon I got through the shades of blue,
  and resorted to a life of crime.
Stealing hearts without regard,
  even if they were occupied,
  ‘cause they can’t resist a green-eyed kiss,
  with lips that taste like wine.

In due time I’ll make you mine
  until I’m through with you.
Then toss you away when I feel it’s the day,
  just like a man would do.

When in which I gain control
  you’ll do just what you’re told.
‘Cause I don’t fit the old school mold
  of that  “typical woman” role.

It’s not my fault you sold your soul too soon,
  it’s not that serious.
I just wanted to test the waters,
  **** a cat for being curious?