I stare at my prey.
It's the one with the fire eyes.
His smooth hair and buff structure makes
Me want him to be my next victim.
I'm not trying to find my Prince Charming.
I'm not looking for my perfect one.
I don't want a soldier.
I'm not looking for protection and security.
I don't want to meet my match.
I just want a lil' fling.
I put on my icy lipstick and sway my
Hips as I walk over to him.
I catch his eye, trap set.
He licks his lips, seduction complete.
I start talking and his eyes are attached
To my lips, Step three complete.
I say those sweet words that
make him say yes, "You wanna be mine?".
Mission complete.
But it's all a lie baby.
I'm sorry,
Your my fling.
And you can't run away.
You can't escape.
It's harder to walk away from me,
Than deny my intentions.
I have you under my icy lipstick.
