It is wise for a woman
To kiss before she kills
To chase all of her thrills
With another shot of jack

It may be silly of me
To have sugar rim my lips
Confess with my fingertips
And never look back

Who can blame a girl
For whispering her name
And directing her aim
To anyone, wherever

It is no mistake
I sign every paper with arsenic
The sight of you makes me sick
Never say never
I didn’t want to live forever