Rogues
If
I should
Have
My
Wish,
I would
Run
For
Cover,
And
My
Next
Lover
Would
Not
Be
Irish.
Those
Devils,
With
Their
Saucy
Eyes
And
Beguiling
Sighs,
The
Tales
They
Spin
Are
Liquid
Sin.
Full
Of
Schemes,
They
Fill
A
Woman’s
Head
With
Dreams,
Then
Poof!
They
Disappear
In
Smoke,
Like
It
Was
All
A
Joke.
Nay,
I say,
They’re
Not
For
Me,
Until
I see
Those
Sweetly
Fatal
Charms
And
Helpless,
Fall
Into
Their
Arms.
If
I should
Have
My
Wish,
I would
Run
For
Cover,
And
My
Next
Lover
Would
Not
Be
Irish.
Those
Devils,
With
Their
Saucy
Eyes
And
Beguiling
Sighs,
The
Tales
They
Spin
Are
Liquid
Sin.
Full
Of
Schemes,
They
Fill
A
Woman’s
Head
With
Dreams,
Then
Poof!
They
Disappear
In
Smoke,
Like
It
Was
All
A
Joke.
Nay,
I say,
They’re
Not
For
Me,
Until
I see
Those
Sweetly
Fatal
Charms
And
Helpless,
Fall
Into
Their
Arms.
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