Body like a candied fruit,
Made for sweeting, tasting good.
Despite his constitution of a brute
He captures you with a gesture smooth.
Though he plays indifferent
He holds a lot inside.
He struggles not to be serious -
Would take any beauty home tonight.
But his eyes start gleaming
When he finds a true soul mate
Or have I been dreaming
That you delight in a debate?
He confuses love for a competition
And despises his opponent - girls
But his victory is still a mission
'Cause his heart is void of twirls.
He is Man enough to fix your car
And lift you up into the sky,
Yet not quite - to offend his ma
Or treat you like a piece of pie.
Still, he penetrates your mind
And scorches deep a lust of fire
With these eyes of pure evil
He reaps nothing but Desire.
