How can one be so angelic,
dare me to drive? dare me to frolic?
Slash the wrists with a love that's so hellish.
Behind is a beauty,
dare me to look? dare me to cook?
I could put it in the oven but I'd need a book.
The front is so perky,
dare me too stare? dare me to rare?
I want to caress it with an amazing affair.
The face is so naughty,
dare me to kiss? dare me to experience bliss?
With x-ray vision I see through her mess.
Dare me to love so violently and abusively that the world cannot be nice enough to admit me,
to an asylum of cupid wherein the true pestilence lies and with a key I can be free