They see me beautiful, porcelain and fair,
Starry eyed for the night, with powdered ebony hair;
A rose glorifying the hour, as the Twelfth stroke chimes.
Yet I know how to wither the flower without spending a dime.
At court, I’m alight; straight-laced and prim,
When the masquerades over, I delight in the grisly and grim;
I’m not shall we say, “What appears on the tin”.
What once in the 15th was triumphant and brilliant:-
Upon my arrival in the 18th became survival of the fittest!
The ceilings adorned with cherubs plucking at harps,
Below we float upon clouds to the genius of a dandy Mozart,
When the curtain falls on this night:-
I’ve a plan for this evening’s sweetheart.
For him it’s destined fatal, Like Gustav III of Sweden,
After we’ve waltzed as a carnival, He lays bleeding,
My dish of tea, One century spoiled by assassination,
Ridicule me, I’m never afraid, I should be praised!
For I rock, shock and mock all in a crimson cascade.
Shit I've been had!
They once saw me beautiful, porcelain and fair,
Starry eyed for the night, with powdered ebony hair;
A rose glorifying the hour, as the Twelfth stroke doth chime!
I could wither the flower without spending a dime.
At court, I was alight; straight-laced and prim,
When the masquerade died, I’d delight in the grisly and grim;
I wasn’t shall we say, “What appeared on the tin”,
The voices in my head bought my world to a spin;
“Your carriage awaits the coachman said”,
And so I hopped right in, unbeknownst to me,
I’d been had, I was mad! So they threw me in:-
Behind the bars, I sit and I sing a little something like this!
(Meeeeeow)
