With this knife I cut the cake
Who will be my bride today?
Sweet Fanny Adams
Watch her climb the step ladder
A present from her stepfather
Sweet Fanny Adams
See her reaching out & stripping down the muslin drapes
A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face
With curtains for your wedding dress
You must take your place amongst
The proper little madams
& now, because I love you,
I must take my place too
Amongst the murderers, the hope of women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
& she must take my knife
I will buy a ring of gold
& you will practice birth control
Sweet Fanny Adams
Like a puppet on a string
Of estrogen & progesterone
Sweet Fanny Adams
This is where your misery starts, this is where your mystery stops
We rent a television to replace Pandora's Box
& I will wear a business face
And you will learn your proper place
From those proper little madams
& in my world of cut & thrust
I will learn that my place
My place must
Be with the murderers, the hope of women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
& she must take my knife
In my pipe & slippers
Do I look like Jack The Ripper?
Sweet Fanny Adams
But I poisoned you with every kiss
& smothered you with domestic bliss
Sweet Fanny Adams
Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought
Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse
& from the seventh floor of our bungalow
You flung yourself down to where they stood below
Those proper little madams
But in white hair, wrinkles & false teeth
I escape detection by the police
One of the murderers, the hope of women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
& she must take my knife