Tis the women that we marvel

the ones to whom we love

that trick us into loving

and wear us like a glove

Tis the women that we marvel

that we drool over in our sleep

we give away our hearts

and tis our soul that they keep

Tis the women that we marvel

"I love you" they once said

But they are hidding something somewhere

like monsters under the bed.

Tis the women that we marvel

the sirens with their song

we are cast upon the rocks

we knew this path was wrong

And so, tis the monsters that we marvel

Angels locked out of heaven's gate

to know she doesn't love you

is to know it far too late.