[Intro]

Whoa

Die! Die! Die!

Oh what a gal!

A perfect victim:

I can tell

For if beauty be guilt, she's guilty

Whoa

Yeah

Yeah...

Urgh!

Ordinarily, I'd not wish

To frighten her or hurt her

But such beauty inspires one

To give the gift of murder

[Verse 1]

She's the kind of girl you want to

Run up and tackle

Through a window some floors up

And spatter you both to hell

[Interlude]

Ugh

Ugh

[Verse 2]

Come and get it;

Your stuffed bunny's at the window

But not that far out...

Reach little one! Reach!...

[Verse 3]

Tantalized, a child is won't to

Take an ill-considered

Course of action, such is life;

Is experience not bitter?

[Interlude]

Oh

[Verse 4]

Leaning too far out the open

Attic casement window

Baby plummets to a messy

Death not far below

[Interlude]

Ahh!

[Outro]

Rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass

Defenestration!