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Jan 2011
She traces her finger along his lips
And smiles with satisfaction
The poison leaves him paralyzed
Just another fatal attraction

She lures them in with her beauty
And keeps them with her kiss
She looks for those who no one knows
A stranger they wouldn't miss

A female Jack the Ripper
But no one knows her name
A hollow soul with a morbid goal
Who plays a deadly game

A widow of sorts with ice in her veins
And all of your money she'll steal
And when she's through I pity you
There's nothing left but to ****

One eye is green the other is blue
So beware of the women you date
I'll tell you this with only one kiss
It will forever be too late

I'm sorry dear, what do you mean?
And why do you have that knife?
No, sweatheart, I didn't mean you
It just sounds like I mean my wife
Written by
Larry B
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