Come sit with me as I explain to you my ways.
What I say maybe useful one of these days.
Choose a weapon. A man in love, not thinking clear,
He is the simplest pawn to control and steer.
Find a guy, nice, kind and easy to misdirect.
Soften your eyes, smile sweet, hide your intellect.
Hold on tight and work your feminine appeal
Once he speaks of love, this boy will be ideal.
Underestimate my power of suggestion?
Or, maybe, that's just a rhetorical question.
You see, I had these acts to commission
And found all a man requires is ammunition.
Maybe it was my story or tear in my eye
That had each of these fools buying my battered lie.
I promise you, I never killed a single man.
Well, at least it was not by my own hand.
So maybe can you tell me, with what I just said...
Does my claim to innocence make them any less dead?
To each of these senseless men I was married.
I have the money and they are dead and buried.
There might be a time when I must see them again
I'm no angel and not one holds hope for heaven.
Through life men will come and go, my dear
Just always mind it's your Hell you'll have to fear.