My playful nature, my sexual appeal, it is this which lures my prey.
I lure them in; just to comsume them, this is the game I play.
Second nature this is for me, unintentional it maybe,
none the less it's who I am. And this I do because your men.

The touch, the sex, the emotions, the security of my embrace.
All to convince you, that I'm sincere when your looking upon my face.
To use you, to conquer you, to break you, is my thrill.
To weaken you, to take advantage, to put you at my will.

Once I have you, I keep you at bay,
Take all you have to offer, then I throw ass you away.
Men are my toys, for I'm a woman scorned.
Hell has no fury like me, I'm the evil without horns.

Am I sadist? Maybe.
Will I change? I'm not sure.
Do I want to be with you? You'll never really know,
Yet, I'm your addiction, and you crave more

I'm forbidden fruit, and your the man who ate.
Deny it all you want, your still the one to blame.
This wasn't forced upon you. Your man, you took the bate.
Reality steps in, now your embarrassed and ashamed.

You craved me like a drug,
I became your drug of choice.
and you enabled me to do so
Cause my kitty was warm and moist.

Emotion played no part in this.
I said what you needed to hear.
Now I laugh when I look back
And smile from ear to ear
I am a huntress, for sport I play
I keep my eyes open, pick out my next prey.
there's no chance for the one's I seek.
Pray; that your not, the man hunted by me.