The Temptress
I try hard to compete with younger glamour gals
When all the men I meet say "let's all just be pals"
Yet I have that certain something that just can't be defined
It transcends all those sexy chicks that they have wined and dined
My doorbell keeps on ringing I get flowers by the score
From men who come by every night knocking on my door
They never get enough of my particular brand of love
My talents are legendary (Thank the Lord above)
Sometimes I take on four or five (There's never only one)
And you should see their eyes light up when I tell them
"The lasagna's almost done!"
Copyright© 2004 Beatrice Boyle
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Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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