Mischief Maker
Mischief Maker, eyes a glow
where do you come from, no one knows
you twist the knife with every smile
your wicked laugh and sense of style
hinting wants and subtle pleases
bring the room down to its knees
the gangs all here to look at you
the touch, the sent, to come unglued
you soak it up, it feeds your need
you play your pipe and start to lead
Mischief Maker, you take them all
they crave your attentions, you stop and stall
confusion reins within your wake
your done, your gone their lives you take
Mischief Maker, your job is done
our lives are changed, we’ve come undone.
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