I saw you coming from a mile away

I should have run, but decided to stay

I could tell from looking, you were bad news

You had trouble written all over you

But you had a charm I couldn't deny

And a spark of mischief there in your eye

You knew you were hot, and you played it well

Certain that I would fall under your spell

So I let you think that I'd fallen prey

To your good looks, and let you have your way

But in the end, it was you who was caught

After the battle of our hearts was fought

You may be good, but I am the master

And I always get the man I'm after