El Casanova
His looks kill the chance to flee
Women then some his will agree
Charisma plays the strings in them
Love promised that has no end
Fooled by hands that stroked fine hair
Bogus act along with care
Would break more than a heart or two
Smothered by kisses so overdue
He lives for love but not loves back
Blinding poor souls with cool and tact
Hungry those that fell for looks
Smooth talker, stalker and crook
Roads he's walked pulling from pockets
Phone numbers, countless Gold lockets
Giving them the sign he cared
Around their necks worn was but snare
Yet they loved and thought he did
Loved them back and God forbid
You'd say something that would provoke
A lash of tongue upon whomever spoke
His moves went on for years unnoticed
Destroying lives, serving all notice
That looks can kill the body part
That ticked and stopped in broken heart
El Casanova comes today
Searching to catch a mind that strays
Into soft hands with game he plays
Fooling one more, woman he played
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