| Her fatal charm is a beautiful knife |
| How tempting to caress the blade |
| Your fingers touch its cutting edge |
| The first incision is then made |
| The cruel and unusual punishment |
| Of her dismissive smile |
| In her cruelty, her beauty, her indifference |
| Her gift to beguil |
| She pulls a poisoned arrow |
| From her quiver of disdain |
| She feels no shame as she takes aim |
| A butterfly pinned to showcase cork |
| It’s just a game |
| Only a game |
| She strikes her matchless Garbo |
| She beckons as she double locks the door |
| Her sign says «closed» on both sides |
| But all the lonely boys come back for more |
| She gives the brush off to invisible dust |
| Fastidious to a fault, shows dirt the door |
| She is untouchable within her guilded cage |
| Alone but for cuttle fish to claw |
| Laiden with gifts |
| Her suitors fall in line |
| To suffer the inevitable «No» |
| With each rejection and the passing of time |
| These infatuations grow |
| The cruel and unusual punishment of her dismissive |
| Smile |
| In her crueltv, her beauty, her indifference |
| Her gift to beguil |