This lady in lace with the fiery hairnWill coax you with compliments into her lairnOutside it looks pretty, but inside it's falsenThere's a fox and a mink, who once had a pulsennBelieving she knows all the laws of the tradenThe customer's wrong if the customer paidnA perpetual speech can be such a borenNo listening ear, a brain without any lawnnShe doesn't know just what she's lostnBy dealing it in danger as a lossnThat's the costn(That's like what comes up, comes down again)nnShe won't back down when she knows that she's wrongnDisregarding the truth that you've known all alongnSomewhere in time is the name of the shovenSomewhere inside, so she can rip you offnnShe doesn't know just what she's lostnBy dealing it in danger as a lossnThat's the costn(That's like what comes up, comes down again)