The sharpest weapon she has is her tongue.   She is careless and overbearing.   Unmoved by a passer-by's smile,   She slows for nothing but the weight of a material stare.     She groans for approval and waits for it.   Everybody listen.   We know it's gold the way she kisses.   She leaves stars in our eyes when she is listless.     I know I'm out of control everytime she passes my way.   I'm left to stand in the dust and debris and the aftermath she leaves in her path.   I run circles while the insects feed on my flesh.   And she lights a smoke and says with a smile - run and get me another daiquiri.   Ain't it funny the grip she has on everyone she passes through.   I'd walk through hell and back and still I know that that won't do.   I've seen a thousand dreams crushed by surfeit of her lies.   Ain't it funny the grip she has around the necks of the ignorant like us.   Not me anymore. I know. I've seen it. I'd kill to shine her shoes.   I've got her. she's mine. she offers what I can't refuse.   I'll break these chains that bind me. I'll shut her mouth.   I'd rather be blind then go to hell with two eyes.   She's not a temptress I can't withstand.