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She was colder than ice
Lacerated hearts like glass shards
More shallow than a rain drop
Knew how to play the heart chords

A smile so luminous
It blew out eyes
A wink so seducing
She always got a rise

Played by nobody’s rules
Danced to her own heart’s tune
Conquered the day
At night howled at the moon

Favorite game is cruel intentions
She’d get inebriated on her victims tears
Never cared what anyone thought of her
She’d feast on their fears

She was a hell raiser since she could walk
She was a female Casanova since she could talk
She spoke her own language which lulled folks
With just a shimmy she could make any man moonwalk