The goddess of lie likes a top-model
She tempts you like virgin tempts a noble.
Don't take her gift, you'll be enslaved
Forget your pride, run, you'll be saved.
She is sweet narcotic
She makes you hypnotic
Eats you from within
She's a mortal sin.
The goddess of lie likes a spider
She makes the nets for weak-willed fighters.
Sound of her voice's so impressive,
And price of the lie's too expensive.
She is sweet narcotic
She makes you hypnotic
Eats you from within
She's a mortal sin.
You're lying to me
I'm lying to me,
Everything's illusion.
I can't find the conclusion.
She seems an ideal-figured depraver
But she's a fat satan-prayer.
Loose Goddess
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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