[TojesDolan]

She mesmerizes,
Like hypnoic circles in my eyes.
Her artificious perfume,
and her fake blond curls,
moving graciously along the farore.
She makes my spirit sunder,
and my body give in to lust.

She dances,
like sunflowers to their father's glow,
and the way she moves,
like a gypsy to the moon's groove,
she makes me feel insecure,
and the cadence of her hips...
damn, she mesmerizes.

But she is only an illusion,
She is the treason of the King's dismay,
She belongs to the higher bidder,
the one that pays the higher price,
Whoever pays it,
Will own her heart, at least for a night.

But the way she dances,
the way she glares.
the way she moves,
the way she smells.

Damn, she mesmerizes,
She hipnotizes my soul.

And I will never have her for my own.