A Verse for the Vamp

For at a party, when I appear,

The girls get tarty, the men all cheer
The dames get het up
But all men get up,
To meet Narobi.

The old men simper, the young men faint,
The old maids whimper, "She's only paint."
But still the males
Start making trails,
To meet Narobi.

Men always find me charming
I'm the one they adore,
They think my smile's disarming
And my figure, they want to see more.

But I say, "Fred, don't get too free,"
My little feed is just for me
So don't get funny
For it costs money
To meet Narobi.