The Lure
Come to see my web, says the spider to the fly
Am I lured into his game, no I am not, not I
Come and see my pictures, I keep them by the bed
Oh no I wasn’t born yesterday, I’ll stop here I say instead.
Would you like a big one, I look at him aghast
As he shows me a brandy glass so full it’s absolutely vast
Never walk with a man in the woods, my mum to me did say.
They try to lure you with anything, don’t listen to them anyway.
I took her advice and never sat on a sailors knee
I won’t be lured by anyone, I’m not daft I am not, not me.
My one indulgence I must admit
It has lured me into trouble and quite a bit.
The lure they use now they know, is really killing me
They only have to show me and I cannot leave one be.
Don’t let me see or have a sniff, I’m gone there is no saving me
A sausage roll my downfall will lure me out they know
They hold them out in front of me and then I’m on the go
I’m trapped into anything; just for a sausage roll
My life is now a torment, I always pay the toll
So help me please do not tempt me with this lushes lure
I want to be what my mum wants and to keep my self all pure.
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