Disclaimer: Song by Ricky Martin. *Shakes head* I can�t believe I�m ficcing to a Ricky Martin song. Dedication: To Claire, aka Scattia. For having �given� me this song, and as a welcome for having found her way into the little known world of Smoochy Dreams. Jezabel You walk into a room You�ve got killer eyes that hypnotise You�re so dangerous Oh yeah, you�re dangerous You�ve got a snaky kind of strut It�s too hot to touch Can�t trust a thing you do or say Gotta stay away It was her eyes. Her clear, penetrating, extremely perceptive, blue eyes that first drew me to her. She had walked into the room, glancing only briefly at me. But it was enough. I was� For lack of a better word, I was enslaved. That had been well over a year ago, and since then she had changed from the sweet, innocent, girl-next-door into an assertive, untrustworthy seductress. From her shy, demure demeanour into the now arrogant, haughty strut. But I can�t seem to escape her. And I really don�t know if I want to. One by one You�ve gone from man to man to man Until your mission is done Even with what I now know of her, I can�t seem to get her out of my mind. Not until she�s done with me. Not until her objective has been reached and she has cast me aside for another. But first, I have to wait my turn. Jezabel, kiss and tell You use your body, just to cast your spell And sell your story You�re just a jezabel, kiss and tell You ride the headlines like a carousel Of fame and glory Jezabel. That�s what she has become. That�s what she is. She has realised her full potential as a woman, and uses that knowledge to bewitch us lowly, undeserving men. And not only those who are fortunate enough to be physically close to her, but every man who has ever set eyes on her. She uses her wealth, her fame, her power. She uses herself. And none of us stand a chance. I�m going down your windin� road Around those killer curves That work my nerves You�re so dangerous Slippery and dangerous You�ve got a camera down your shirt You�ve got a slit in your skirt For your dirty work tonight Now ain�t that right Ever since that first moment she set her eyes on me, she has yet to leave my thoughts. She�s always there. Sometimes a barely registered thought, but most often a glaring mainstay. She refuses to leave, but I�m certain that if ever she decides to go I�m not sure I can let her. Every time I�m near her, all of me is ignited. It�s as if I�m on fire, and all I can sense is her. All I want is her. All I want is my turn. All I want is to be the one that feels her. To be the one that moves her. All I want is my name on her lips. Here you come You�ve gone from bed, to bed, to bed And now the damage is done And finally, I get my chance, my turn. My wildest dream, my deepest desire, my most private fantasy comes to life. She is with me. Me. One by one You�ve gone from man, to man, to man Until you�re mission is done But rather than satisfying my want, it has increased it. She has become an obsession. She has become a necessity. She has become a need, as essential as oxygen. And I realise that I was wrong. Her mission was never to have any man she wants, when she wants. It was to have every man want her. It was all about�her. |