Femme Fatale

I’ve got that femme fatale

Those blood red lips

Dark curls and white curves

Those piercing gray eyes

With that one-two punch look

I can look right through you

Make you feel like you don’t exist

I can look right at you

Make you feel like you’re all that exists

Because Mrs. Havisham raised me well

I’ll make you think you’ve got a chance

Because these looks can kill

They kill me everyday

Because I turn heads

And I turn hearts

Because you broke mine

And never gave it back