31 May 2012

Like a Norwegian black widow

Come into my home

Eat that up, gulp that down

Now that we're alone.

I only want the finer things

Is that too much to ask?

And procuring them from you all

Is not a simple task.

Some of decide to tout

Like our little Jennie O

'Mama killed Papa with a cleaver

Please don't tell a soul.'

So I advertise in Lonely Hearts

Suitors running to my door

Win them over bump them off

But I always attract more.

So husbands, boyfriends, children dear

Make sure your pockets are lined

And if they're not well that's a shame

I'll just get you next time.

DelilahHell's Belle (Case #5) • Opuss № I