Wicked

Wicked
 Something wicked this way comes
 The first time you laid eyes on him
 He was wearing black Armani
 He looked like a movie scene
 Drinking dirty martinis
 He smiled at you in the mirrored bar
 When he caught you watching
 Now His attention is yours and you feel lucky
 But you'll be sorry
 He's wicked, he'll break your heart
 A tangled web he'll weave, and you'll be caught
 He flip ya and then he'll slip ya
 He's wicked,
 but you like it
 Hypnotizing, little line schemes
 say you're so
 Pretty pretty pretty pretty
 Like he read your mind, he knows just what to say
 But when you look away he'll be on his blackberry
 He blows in the a thunderstorm
 One that shakes you all night
 He'll pull your hair just right
 Then be gone with morning light
 Love is just his game
 Your hearts the currency
 If you won't walk away
 I suggest you learn to play