Here she comes,
You'd better watch your step,
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true.
It's not hard to realize,
Just look into her false colored eyes,
She'll build you up to just put you down,
What a clown.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks.
You're written in her book,
You're number thirty-seven, have a look.
She's going to smile to make you frown,
What a clown.
Little boy, she's from the street.
Before you start you are already beat.
She's going to play you for a fool,
Yes it's true.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
[lyrics by nico]
a splendid menagerie[1] (also known as fancy-full gallants[2]) place particular importance upon appearance, refined language, and leisurely hobbies, pursued with the appearance of nonchalance in a cult of Self.[3] Historically, especially in late 18th- and early 19th-century Britain, a dandy, who was self-made, often strove to imitate an aristocratic style of life despite coming from a middle-class background.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
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