Tonight let me show
The bad side of angel like me
I am tired being called nice
And sick with my own hypocrisy
I turn myself into seducer
Men killer and gold digger
Easy to catch but impossible to own
Let me wear this high heels
And some fancy short skirt
Let me put the red lipstick
and comb my hair with style
I want this short night
Belong to my only desire
Let the men kneels on their knees
Begging for my love and sensuality
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