She was dressed to kill, draped in bad intentions
Dressed to undress, wrapped in clinging temptations
So desperately transparent and she’s anything but pretentious
Don’t you wish you were brave enough to take her for granted?
Or at least bold enough to break stitches and take advantage?
And she tastes like somewhere between sweet and sour
And you want to commit a crime between nibble and devour
You tell her she’s a siren but she’s so pessimistic
She swears on a crossed heart that Cupid is sadistic
You can pretend to forget she’s as fragile as summer
Afraid to take control but even more scared she’ll take over
So plant your flag on every goose bump that grazes her skin
Leave your mark with your teeth and let the bruise set in
Even the most evil creatures have secret soft spots
A handful of sheets and a throat full of knots
A foreign scent is crawling all over your favourite affair
That’s when you realize, someone else has been there