This lady in lace with the fiery hair
Will coax you with compliments into her lair
Outside it looks pretty, but inside it's false
There's a fox and a mink, who once had a pulse
Believing she knows all the laws of the trade
The customer's wrong if the customer paid
A perpetual speech can be such a bore
No listening ear, a brain without any law
She doesn't know just what she's lost
By dealing it in danger as a loss
That's the cost
(That's like "what comes up, comes down again")
She won't back down when she knows that she's wrong
Disregarding the truth that you've known all along
Somewhere in time is the name of the shove
Somewhere inside, so she can rip you off
She doesn't know just what she's lost
By dealing it in danger as a loss
That's the cost
(That's like "what comes up, comes down again")