Lingering in the dark night
Acting so out there, so tough
Breaking hearts and starting fights
Thats Madame Mischief.
She argues with the bottle
drinking it down like a glass of water
Cracking the whip and going after
Thinking up a way to slaughter.
Smelling liquor on her sweet breath
Pushing them around, acting so rough
For she is crippled deep down inside
For she is Madame Mischief.
Breaking apart the man of her true love
All because she is so plain broken
She acts this way as a call for help
But they see her as if she hasn't spoken.
Crying in her mind when she is sober
For the things she said and did
For she can no longer do good in her mind
To the end she has hit bottom of the grid.
She cannot look into the mirror
For her eyes are dreary and bluff
She is not the good person she used to be
For she is Madame Mischief.