Written as a song really, adapted slightly for just words

The ones with the innocent eyes are the worst
(or maybe they’re better)
They stare in blind surprise when you talk dirt
(maybe they’re better)

See her, with the long blond hair?
She looks sweet, but she won’t play fair
She seems angelic, but it’s just a snare

The ones with the innocent eyes are the worst
(or maybe they’re better)

There’s one, with dark green eyes
She looks nice, but you’d be surprised
She seems timid, but she’s not inside

(maybe they’re better)

Admire her, with the perfect skin
She seems unblemished, but she’s not within
She looks pure, but she smiles at sin

Look out! You can’t see them move
They look naïve, but their looks confuse
They seem simple, but they soon bemuse

The ones with the innocent eyes are the worst
(or maybe they’re better)