She's cute, I'll tell you that.
Blonde hair, green eyes.
That hair will bring you memories.
And those eyes-man, those eyes,
Look away.
'Cause those eyes,
They stare at your soul the second you look into them.
With those eyes, she's like the devil.
She'll steal your blind soul.
And take control of you.
Like a master and its puppet.
You'll be that lifeless body,
While she repaints your whole reality
And your point of view of almost everything around you.
She'll put you under her spell.
A love spell that will have you
Searching for her for days.
Just to see that little pretty face of hers.
Don't let her fool you, though.
Because she'll try to avoid you
In the end.
Shucks, That Girl, Inessa.
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