The crooning voice
Draws you closer
The plaintiveness shows
When you come upon
The beautiful maiden
You try to ingratiate yourself
But she's saucy and flagrant
She knows your feelings are effusive
She toys with you
Quickly
She grows petulant
And admits a strident noise
She attacks
She's so tenacious
That, finally, you succumb
To her will
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