She was smart, she was cunning,
but like him, she was always running.
Her troubles hidden deep within,
he fussed, he probed, he made it his endeavour to make it in.
To help her, to save her,
the mystery made him crave her.
She would smile, she would flirt,
but behind that infectious smile he could see the hurt.
The puzzle, the pieces, it became a game of desire.
What if she just turns out to be a pretty little liar?