A crimson dress so tight,
Eyes surrounded by black.
High heels to show off the legs,
And perfume to intoxicate.
The mirror shows beauty,
But the other side shows vanity.
Her sweet outside drips silky lies,
Covering her vain.
She’ll extract your happiness,
But you’ll love her still,
Even if she can’t love you back,
For her heart is already taken,
By her own self.