The Devil

I swear
The horns and pitchfork are there
She hides it somewhere
Beware.
Those eyes aren't pretty for nothing
They distract you into saying something
You don't want to say
But you may
Cuz you're her prey
Get away.
She's a tigress, a solitary cat
Cunning and sneaky, it's a fact
Cuz the truth is that
She's so smart
It's like an art
Her apple in the cart
Of personal traits
And she can't wait
To use that on you
Cuz when she's through
She's on the higher level
She's the devil.