The war is on

I draw on my mascara with a unsteady hand.
The lipstick is drawn in scarlet crimson.
The fishnets are pulled.The high heels are on.
I call it out like a war cry becogning you to answer.
IT is a dance..
The war is on.

I smile pretty in my mechivious Way.
And I listen to all you have to say.
FOr it is a war and I am ready.
And YOu have no idea..
The sword is drawn.

I call out your name in sweaty glances.
I lock lips with strangers to get under your skin.
ANd I know the answer to the question before It has even begun.

The war is on..
And I am ready.

YOu mistaken me for a fool..And you deadened the soul behind these eyes.
ANd It all comes down to you ANd me..In the end..Your demise..
Because before you even thought it through.
My shield is up and your blow is cancelled.
Are you sure you want to undertake a losing battle?