Woman of the Times

Friday night, dressed to kill Caught my eye and my heart stood still As she walked through the door And I saw in her eyes that she swore by her lies But I wanted her more Flashing lights, pounding beat Held her close and I felt the heat As we danced through the night She rehearsed her lines well I was under a spell And I felt it was right I know I’m playing with fire But never thought I’d get burned All alone, face to face Blood on fire, my heartbeat raced When I smelled her perfume Then she gave me a grin I gave in to her whim And we entered her room Morning comes, passion’s gone Empty soul oh what went wrong Was it all meant to last? Disregarding the dangers, we turned into strangers Did it happen too fast? We both gave into desires But only one of us learned We both were playing with fire But only one of us burned