Miss Gray, you say

Black dress, black hair, beautiful nightmare
Pale skin, red lips, curvy hips.

Miss Gray. Master of men.
Bow down bitches 'cause she's the Mother Hen.

Modern day goddess, with her flattering charm.
Indulge in her feelings will do more than harm.

Often the loved one, but never in love.
Never in pain, never in love.

Sex is her weapon.
A form of detention, praise, game, blame.

Like a lioness ready for the kill.
Another mans heart at her will.

Miss Gray, you say
I know her well.

E.T.