Wild Women
Thou art a very wicked one,
I tell you this, your life's undone,
For evil doth run through your veins,
You must be mad or quite insane.
Though your poison is a tasty drop,
I sometimes wish I could drink the lot,
Your hair aflame, your eyes on fire,
But you're so low, you take me higher.
Only I know of your wicked ways,
And you don't care who seems to pay,
But life is meaningless without you,
So I shall claim now what I'm due.
When I turn around and see you there,
I don't seem to worry, or have a care,
You play with me like a toy,
But I'm so happy you bring me joy.
And when you're done, you'll toss me aside,
Until that day I shall not hide,
For life without you, I cannot lie,
Is not worth living, I may as well die.
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