She smiles when I glance at her

Seems like amazed by my attitude

It looks like this earth comes to a halt

When she whispers in a happy mood

Then she silently kisses me and flees

Am I an awesome dude?

And what moves she makes in the bed

Never mind if the cries are crude

Her love is an obsessed conspiracy

Because she loves to delude

I’m impressed by her lucky charms

And the ideas on which she does brood

At first she looks like an angel

But becomes a bitch when she is nude

Oh yeah! To betray is her hobby

And treachery is her food

She loves to play with my heart

Either I’m happy or in a bad mood

These words are less to curse her nature

Her variable demeanor has made me rude