The eyes

They eyes stay sleep on The Queen

Seeing only a pretty face

A arm piece

Blind to the that she's a killer

To wrapped up in her beauty

The eyes never see the moves she's making

Her shapely thighs

The rising and falling full breast

The arch of her back

Seems like a invitation

She's a diamond stuck in stone

The eyes see her believing she's a prize

One's hands cannot resist the urge

To touch her

But touching her comes with a price

Not to get this confused

She's no call girls

She's a Queen remember that

Think of her as Madusa

She's a deadly hustler

Never mind the story over her turning

Men into stone

She like the thought of your family

Buying you a headstone

Getting rid of the men

Who wait in alleys for your wives

The family friend who preys on your daughters

Or the spineless stepfather who supposedly couldn't help himself

Think of her as a Superhero cleaning the streets

So if you have those eyes

And you See the Queen

Step aside

Or

Cash in your one way ticket

To your final resting place