She's got that kind of power
To turn any man a coward
To turn any man a coward
Afraid to live without her
It may be sugar sweet
Or even lemon sour
When your clothes are in the street
You're taking cold and lonely showers
She'll make your knees get weak
Then leave you blue for hours
She's got that kind of magic
To turn your heart elastic
Tied tight around her finger
So you go where she demands it
The scent of her will linger
That's exactly as she planned it
Then every time you breathe
It's as if you couldn't stand it
Knowing you've become a clinger
Bring the mantis home some flowers
And wait to be devoured
She's got that kind of charm
That leaves a man disarmed
Yet you welcome the defeat
In spite of all the harm
Because with her you are complete











