He plays a dangerous game with love,
One believes him, and the other is dumb.

And both give him the benefit, I'm sure,
As long as they believe him and follow his lure.

Feed them a "baby" or possibly "I'm yours",
"Don't worry baby, my words are pure."

Call after call they plead for his cock,
He figures "Why not, I've no reason to stop."

Lies and stories have become their only truths,
He offers them sex, how could they refuse?

Take my advice; soon you will say,
"C'mon baby, stop acting that way,"

They'll see through your lies
And kill the romance passed,
Don't be surprised
When you're told, "Kiss my ass."

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Solis, in the year 582 AD.