Let the eyes flutter,
Show them your stuff,
Not another word they will mutter,
For they have had enough.
The boys slip away pride less,
Faith in womanhood, no more,
Their lifes have turned a mess,
All down to the world famous whore.
Glorified tales and tragedies the same,
Life is dull, romance dead,
Love little more than a game,
Marriage something I’ve come to dread.
Jack strikes at night,
Takes the weakest and the poor,
He shines the never-ending light,
Always left wanting more.
Bums raid the empty streets,
Poor boys can never leave,
Ugly types, nothing more than cheats,
What can they achieve?
