The sun breaks at 6, and the color around
Ads to my beauty, and shines off my gown
I think to myself, no one finer then thee
The ball that a-waits, I can see from the tree
Eyes lined in black, brows utterly plucked
Hair soft and smooth, and perfectly tucked
I showcase the diamonds, they hang off my ear
No one can miss them, the expense is quiet clear
My lips a red rose, screams lust and appeal
The boys at the ball, will all want to steal
Sweet kiss from my lips, weighs heavy in mind
But I'm not that girl, like the ones you will find
My cheeks they stay rosy, with matching red lips
My dress is all laced, flows right off my hips
The black lace it carries, around the fine parts
Will be cause of the beating, in all the men's hearts
I cautiously smirk, as I think of the thought
The teasing and power, ill play and ill plot
The music box sings, a story of man
I choose to take in , as I conjugate plan
This box I was given, that beautifully plays
A cold chilling sound, I remember his ways
No wife and no children, I promise to you
These were his words, he sweet fully blew
So I redden my lips, reveal my sweet chest
the seductive lined lace, will put no man to rest
I step to the carriage, sit strong as a I ride
You poor foolish man, you should never have lied
