Trouble with a capital T

You can tell from the way she walks; you can tell from the way she talks: she’s a man-eater, trouble with a capital T. She’s too friendly, too willing, too easy for your company: she’s a man-eater, trouble with a capital T. She’s a piece of skirt who loves to flirt, don’t ever think that she can’t hurt: she’s a heart-breaker, a heart-forsaker, a heart-acher, and yours is the heart she’s after.
You can see it in her eyes, you can hear it in her lies, you can taste it on her lips, you can feel it in her thighs: heart-breaker, man-eater, nemesis, your girl-number-one.
Go out and have fun; try not to succumb, but she’ll get you anyway: she’s the devil in disguise, trouble with a capital T. Believe me, you won’t last long, but at least you’ll go down with a song in your broken heart. Your broken heart. Your bro
ken
heart.