He had such quiet eyes
She did not realise
They were pools of lies
Layered with the thinnest ice
To her , those quiet eyes
Were breathing desolate sighs
Imploring her to be nice
And to render him paradise .
If only she's been wise
And had listened to the advice
Never to compromise
With pleasure-seeking guys
She'd be free from " the hows and whys "
Now here's a bit of advice
Be sure that nice really means nice
Then you'll never be losing at dice
Though you may lose your heart once or twice
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