She moves like smoke across the floor,
A thousand eyes, but you want more.
A perfect smile, a wicked game,
She speaks your name, you feel the flame.
But shadows dance behind the light,
Something sharp, just out of sight.
You chase the spark, ignore the cost,
But in her glow, you'll still get lost.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She leans in close, her perfume sweet,
She whispers words, "We should be discreet."
Her laughter shines like bonfire light,
Pulling you deeper into the night.
You see the cracks, you feel the weight,
But it's too late to hesitate.
She wears her beauty like a blade,
Cutting deeper every day.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
A true woman stands when the shadows fall,
Her love's a light, steady through it all.
She's your refuge, your steady ground,
In her embrace, no chains are found.
She stands by your side when the world turns gray,
Her heart holds strong, she won't walk away.
She's not a game, she's not a prize,
She's love that lives inside.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She's not the beauty you thought you'd find,
A pretty face... with nothing inside.
Don't let her fire pull you in...
She's not beautiful... if the heart's not within.
The Siren's Smile Video (MV)
Tim Hays - The Siren's Smile Lyrics
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English
She moves like smoke across the floor,
A thousand eyes, but you want more.
A perfect smile, a wicked game,
She speaks your name, you feel the flame.
But shadows dance behind the light,
Something sharp, just out of sight.
You chase the spark, ignore the cost,
But in her glow, you'll still get lost.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She leans in close, her perfume sweet,
She whispers words, "We should be discreet."
Her laughter shines like bonfire light,
Pulling you deeper into the night.
You see the cracks, you feel the weight,
But it's too late to hesitate.
She wears her beauty like a blade,
Cutting deeper every day.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
A true woman stands when the shadows fall,
Her love's a light, steady through it all.
She's your refuge, your steady ground,
In her embrace, no chains are found.
She stands by your side when the world turns gray,
Her heart holds strong, she won't walk away.
She's not a game, she's not a prize,
She's love that lives inside.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She's not the beauty you thought you'd find,
A pretty face... with nothing inside.
Don't let her fire pull you in...
She's not beautiful... if the heart's not within.
A thousand eyes, but you want more.
A perfect smile, a wicked game,
She speaks your name, you feel the flame.
But shadows dance behind the light,
Something sharp, just out of sight.
You chase the spark, ignore the cost,
But in her glow, you'll still get lost.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She leans in close, her perfume sweet,
She whispers words, "We should be discreet."
Her laughter shines like bonfire light,
Pulling you deeper into the night.
You see the cracks, you feel the weight,
But it's too late to hesitate.
She wears her beauty like a blade,
Cutting deeper every day.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
A true woman stands when the shadows fall,
Her love's a light, steady through it all.
She's your refuge, your steady ground,
In her embrace, no chains are found.
She stands by your side when the world turns gray,
Her heart holds strong, she won't walk away.
She's not a game, she's not a prize,
She's love that lives inside.
She's not beautiful when she pulls the strings,
When every promise comes with chains that cling.
She's a gilded trap, she's a loaded gun,
A deadly dance where you think you've won.
She's not beautiful when she drains you dry,
When every touch leaves you asking why.
Don't let her fire become your grave,
She's not beautiful when she makes you a slave.
She's not the beauty you thought you'd find,
A pretty face... with nothing inside.
Don't let her fire pull you in...
She's not beautiful... if the heart's not within.
Writer: Tim Hays
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid