Those little white webs
That cling to his lies
Do a delicate dance
Right before her eyes
They weave to and fro
They leave her hypnotized
Until shes sedated instead of surprised
When the words leave his lips,
She lay spent by his side...
He says he loves-- what they have
But the last girl left him wise,
That the last girl did him in,
That she was his demise,
He's not ready to commit
his hand moves up her thigh
His rejection's her chagrin
A tear escapes her eye,
Stabbing realization
That he covets the prize
But he's not trying to win

The thought "he's the one-
That's him"...