Love, wake not my heart
to a Jezebel's daughter
when she passes by
with her luring lies
She has twinkling eyes
in many men’s pocket
she walks flaunting her wiles
just to trap eyes to her close-set
Her heart is not in her chest
She has it under her foot
And out of a man’s heart
golds and silvers her loot
Cupid, do not show me
those sin-snare hips
and the sugary coated lips
beckoning french kisses
They have no earth
For a seed of guilt
They care not
If heartbreak hurts.
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