Like a depraved woman of the street
she comes at night
Though sometimes she may come in the day
She cajoles, she beckons
Making you abandon your projects
To go to bed with her
You succumb, you have no will power
to overcome her lusty flirtations
All night you lie with her
responding to her gentle ministrations
But come daylight, she's gone
leaving you high, dry and looking harried
You fret, you fume
But she's somewhere regarding you,
a smug smile on her lips
'Cos she knows that come tonight
You'll crave for her once again
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