She said she felt the fire
Then put my heart on the pyre
But I was blinded by desire
For what I thought I saw inside her.
Desire is a loveless game
She told me that she felt the same
But in the end all I felt was shame
With nobody but myself to blame
Thin and fair with eyes so blue
Like a goddess she could accrue
The hearts of men and heroes too
If only we all knew.
She’d take a man and toy with him
And hook him with a sexy grin,
Brush her lips against his chin
And whisper “it is not a sin.”
And then, like me, he would be caught
And in passion, perfection sought,
Beg her to let him tie the knot,
And then she’d leave him there to rot.