She breezed into the room
Lights brighten for a moment
Let us salute the godess
Before she sentence us to doom
She would ask for your heart
Be sure you can bear the pain
It would be torn and broken
Before she departs
Don't be beguiled by her sweet talk
She means nothing
She is a maneater
She loves to stalk
I am besotted and entangled
No hope or pray
I smell her perfume
As the love is flayed
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