The face of an angel
A body made for sin
Her aura’s glowing brightly
From alabaster skin
Her lips draw you closer
As her eyes sparkle in the night

She’s racy and she’s fearless
Unafraid of getting caught
She’s impulsive, she’s whimsical
She’s all the things you’re not
You crave the satisfaction
From this opposite attraction, now

Who's the moth and who’s the flame?
Who’s the player, who’s the game?
A hurricane begins to form, you best be calm
'Cause she’s the storm

D’ya think she’s in control
Of the way she makes you feel
Or is her coy demeanor
A part of her appeal?
You’re spiraling, it’s plain to see
she’s caught you in her gravity, now

She dances on the edges
Of instability
Her disposition ricochets
So unpredictably
A drama queen with good intent
She sows the seeds of discontent, now

But you’re the moth and she’s the flame
You’re the player, she’s the game
A hurricane begins to form, you are the calm
And she’s the storm

But you’re the moth and she’s the flame
You’re the player, she’s the game,
and you try to win what never can be won

Infatuation blinds you
To all the hearts she breaks
They flounder in the ocean
Drowning in her wake
Oblivious to what she’s done
She’s burning bridges, having fun, now

She’s the tempest in the teapot
We’ve all been warned about
Complicated complications
You’re better off without
Your friends look on and wonder
If you’ll break the spell you’re under, now

You are the puppet, she’s the string
She’ll make you dance, an’ make you sing
As you try to win what never can be won

You are the moth and she’s the flame
You’re not the hunter, you’re the game
The hurricane begins to form, you best be calm
'Cause she’s the storm