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.