Theres a girl I know webbed with doom
Shes weaved with enchanted roses at bloom
Her foot steps are the echoes of her beauty
Men fall to the ground and worship her like its their duty
But yet would they worship her if they knew the truth
Or Would they all fall out like a baby tooth
If only they could see behind her eyes
They will figure out that her beauty is only her disguise
Because beneath her loving expression
Is a pool of bubbling aggression
Many men dive in and drown
And when they reach heaven they can only frown
For they don’t know whats real anymore
Especially when a princess went ROAR
She collects their hearts
And eats their pain like they were cherry tarts
She lives on their emotions
Whilst they drink away her magical potions
Falling further into her devilish trap
Then zap
She disposes of their love
And searches for another foolish dove
As her enchanted rose beauty starts to wilt
She will be swamped in guilt
