Mod-us Opera-ndi

She lie-d again
All by herself
On the bed
Not alone though

Was it I on the other end?
Or was he just another friend?
The dress was gorgeous
And the wine heaven-sent.

I look up and pray
As she looks at her prey
Another happy face
Another sorrowful end.

She heaves a sigh
A tear rolls down the eye
Don’t know why, she thinks
She was hungry the minute she saw.