What's a guy to do, when he encounters you?,
It's not even your looks, your nose is like a hook,
And inner beauty is void, you leave me so annoyed.
You prey on young men, luring them to your den,
Then you suck their funds dry, and will bid them goodbye,
You just toss them aside, god woman where's your pride?,
I can see what you're doing, it's not me you're fooling,
My man's not for the taking, you make no mistaking,
He sees what you're like, he calls you the town bike.
So move along hussy, my love's really fussy,
He likes girls with class, not some cheap fatass,
Avert your eyes elsewhere, look, there's a teen, over there....
(c) eileen mcgreevy 2009