• How can you discard me,
    with those sweet as sin eyes?
    How can your attention drift
    from the meeting of my thighs?

    How can you look past me,
    whenever I walk near?
    How can you not remember
    when you held me close, my dear?

    How can you smile at her,
    and not think of me?
    How can you laugh at jokes,
    unfunny, oh so heartily?

    How can you block me out?
    How can you brush me off?
    How can you not sence my hips,
    my neck, and the way my lips are soft?

    Because with these soft lips
    I whisper.
    Though words don't say it all.
    With these soft lips, I conjure spells
    that could make you rise or fall.

    Now, not spells of witchcraft,
    black magic, or even white.
    But a spell that blinds you from this girl
    and leads you to me at night.

    Even without this magic spell,
    I could make you come to me.
    I am cruel and harsh, cute and sweet,
    I, of course, am all you see.

    So have your tea party with your doll,
    for she is too fabricated to be real,
    and when you're through, you'll see too,
    how a true woman can feel.