fatale

 
you don't like me it's clear
cold stares and whispers tell me what the quiet doesn't
I'm different, I know

a switchblade tongue cuts or edifies
moodiness dictates when I will go off
deep into the darkness
mired in guilt I lash out

you never know who you'll get
I understand the need for distance but it hurts
there is beauty even in the dark
a serial fatale who seduces the night
spits daggers and then pulls you tight

it's sinister really
I'll stir your loins
get your attention
then resists your affections

well keep your distance
I am deadly when played with