A look in the mirror
Will not reveal
The putrid form
Hidden beneath
An inch of make-up
Expensive clothes
To hide the cheap
Nature of the mind so low
Inside the decay grows

Behind it all the money shot plan
The one goal that you know
Find and marry a rich old man
The bald dome shines like gold

Feline stalker
Feminine hunter
Look for the unsuspecting prey

Wealthy widower
Unhealthy oldtimer
Sink your claws in the human game

Like sirens you sing your song
You smile and flash your thong
Viagra could be confused with
Rat poison, just make him consume it

Wed him, bed him
Wait for him to die
Collect the good wife’s prize
The good wife’s prize

He’s dead, you’re left
Now you feel alive
But you’ve been dead all the time
Dead all your life

You have dug
Your own tomb
Ground has sunk
Upon you
There’s no one
Left to fool