She wins what is not avalible

Her fingers against his skin
her icy breath against his cheek
her hair sweeping his face
her tongue becomes a blanket, warming his mouth

i witness this through red eyes
i see this from my window as he sits inside his car
seduced by my stepsister,
will every guy be?

shes holder than me
older than him
but lighter that a leaf

of course shes blond
of course she cheers
of course she perfect, is all they ever see

wrapped in him arms
she looks so happy
its hard to be upset
their love looks so sincere

but to her this is a game
he is just a toy

to him, this is pleasant
it is just joy

but he knows nothing about her
and her, nothing about him

face to face
skin to skin
i see them as they sin