Wicked
Something wicked this way comes
The first time you laid eyes on him
He was wearing black Armani
He looked like a movie scene
Drinking dirty martinis
He smiled at you in the mirrored bar
When he caught you watching
Now His attention is yours and you feel lucky
But you'll be sorry
He's wicked, he'll break your heart
A tangled web he'll weave, and you'll be caught
He flip ya and then he'll slip ya
He's wicked,
but you like it
Hypnotizing, little line schemes
say you're so
Pretty pretty pretty pretty
Like he read your mind, he knows just what to say
But when you look away he'll be on his blackberry
He blows in the a thunderstorm
One that shakes you all night
He'll pull your hair just right
Then be gone with morning light
Love is just his game
Your hearts the currency
If you won't walk away
I suggest you learn to play