She always had a way with men, br Could win them to her side, br She had them eating from her hand br Although she never tried; br br She wasn't such a beauty, br No special spell she cast, br Yet still they sought her company br Each falling hard and fast; br br She was just the girl next door - br Petite and cute and bright, br No flaming pageant beauty br Yet around her shown a light br br That held a strange attraction - br No one could ever blame br Those unsuspecting victims br Like moths drawn to her flame; br br But that was many years ago br When youth was in its prime, br No one has made the effort since br To occupy her time, br br Yet fervent hope still burns there br Down deep within her soul, br Although the heart that blazed with fire br Now smolders black as coal; br br The flame has lost its radiance, br The light has lost its glow, br The femme fatale has disappeared br Where passions never flow; br br She sits alone and daydreams br Lost somewhere in her past, br Caught up in wistful memories br Of loves she thought would last; br br So sad she still remembers br Those loves of long ago, br But ask her who she is today.......... br In truth, she doesn't know.