The Look
The look As she pass she flashed that come-hither look 
The look That was meant for me and for me alone 
The look Would be out of place in a children's book 
The look That could chip a piece off a heart of stone 
Consider a bit this interesting little tableau 
A look I could read but where would it lead me to 
But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo 
And did just exactly what she was sure 
I'd do Now at her beck and call 
She ties me to the strings of