LADY STILLETTO
I see this little girl she's dressed in black
She's spitting on the stage
And like some stray cat she arches her back
She leads the anarchist parade
She's a poet with street walking rhymes
They say she's got no shame
And as she screams about some factory
Her eyes burn with Rimbeau's rage
Oh baby you got such a way with words
You got such a way with your hairstyle
There's only one thing that you do I don't believe
That’s when you smile
Her T-shirt’s ripped with a passion
Her mind’s been raped by Rolling Stones
She keeps her weight down by fasting
Ori Jim Morrison’s bones
And when she's good she's a rock dream witch
With Macbeth on lead guitar
Just a ballad of a thin girl
I really think she's gonna go far
Oh baby you got such a way with words
You got such a way with your hairstyle
There's only one thing that you do I don't believe
That's when you smile
She really knows how to get to the heart
She writes with a stilletto in mind
She’s got just a touch of Bonaparte
She’s Jack the Ripper's kind
Her wounds are open for the sake of art
She's living right near the edge
I love to see that kind of power
It’s getting lonely on this ledge
Oh baby you got such a way with words
You got such a way with your hairstyle
There’s only one thing that you do I don't believe
That's when you smile