Is my elegance

That had the ladies fall

For my gentle mind

Forever last

The words of poets

That pierces through the purest heart

It ain't no secret

The young love the shiny knight

But the mature

They fall for the wises of all

So now you know

And what you gonna do

You must be cautious

Well-spoken

Ladies hate indiscreet fools

So give her flowers

And like a flower

Give her love

And she will slow feed you

With the nectar of hеr heart and soul

But be concern and bе well be careful

Because like Dionaea

There are flowers that enchant you with just pleasure

You get too close

And they trap your soul

With nowhere to go

As they slowly feed

On your heart and soul so

Be the gentleman, be the heaven man

Be the knight of her dreams

Brave with pure will

Because the purest heart

With the purest mind

Attract the purest ones

With no mal-elegance

No mal-elegance