“She’s Dangerous”
And they will talk of me and say...
“She’s the most dangerous kind of women the world can ever know. Look at her eyes...
her eyes have swallowed stars
She’s a dangerous female. Look at her lips... Pomegranates even talk of it’s color with envy.
Look at her skin... Milk would blush if it touched her skin.
She’s a dangerous woman. Look at her hips... Look how they sway to the rhythm of lust in your veins.
She’s dangerous I say. Look how she moves... Look. Like Four seasons all at once.
She’s dangerous I tell you.Look. Flowers will turn their head to her fragrance when she walks by.
She’s a dangerous female. Have you heard her? She’ll stroke your mind with her brilliant tongue, and her tongues residue will stain your mind forever.
She’s a dangerous woman.Look at her raven hair. Look... Charcoals couldn’t burn darker if they tried.
Are you listening to me?
She’s the most dangerous kind of woman.
She’s not woman!
She’s Fire disguised in flesh!”
