The Legend, Never a Myth

Cleavage, full pink lips, and a mystical twinkle in her eyes

Come to me, her body screams

I know what you want, I know what you need

Follow me where ever I led

Because your life is stressful and your tired of being the man

Her voice like a thousand angels, while she strokes your ego

She holds you the way you have never been held, tells you the things you never knew you needed to hear

Under her spell you fall fast and hard

Not even noticing until you hit ground, hard and alone, broken and scared.

She doesn't always mean to hurt and destroy, her power stronger then she knows

Being a siren is fun until you look back and the lifeless, empty, broken souls you have left in your lows