Dangerous©2014
by Havilah Tower
There, alone, he sits on stairs
The world is his to hold
Fiery eyes, the kind that stare
Personality that makes you feel…
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman
Addicted to what’s out there
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman,
being fair…
Tonight he doesn’t drink
No reason, just composed
He shows integrity
But underneath, you know…
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman
Addicted to what’s out there
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman,
being fair…
He wears the color black
A man of mystery
A favorite of the women
Sideways smile in his grin
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman
Addicted to what’s out there
He’s a dangerous kind of man, I’m a dangerous kind of woman,
being fair…
He’s my favorite kind of man; I’m his favorite kind of woman
Addicted, to pretending,
with what’s out there.