I saw her flirting across the room
making her way to this guy
All it took was on look,
She definitely caught his eye.
Slowly, one became two
They intertwine, oh, tender fingers so sweet.
And they did things which they shouldn't.
Woke up one morning to find that she's gone,
Cleared her clothes and make-up,
And all them things she used to dress up.
Love letters left on his coffee table,
some torn, some shredded, mostly- burnt.
I watch her break his pitiful heart,
that vulnerable little piece of his system
The one thing he gave up, mostly devoted to her.
Now even glue won't fix it.
So on goes the vixen,
that oh-so femme fatale,
On to her next victim,
to find another heart to eat.
