She doesn't want to smell

like she does smell now, unwashed --


It's turning men on.

Your leg on my thigh

provokes me, then you ask me:


This is fun, isn't it?

I like to do it

in the spotlight. Do you think --


I'm looking at you?

I don't always try to do things like this
But tend to get wrapped up in the moment
It's an instantaneous kind of bliss
Never caring are showing atonement
I smile real bright with big open eyes
Showing myself in the best kind of light
My words take control, my kind of demise
Always playful, but to me it's a fight
The game's in my head and I have to win
My aptitude to play is far too great
To beguile men is my favorite sin
And now true love I can't appreciate