• My breath is baited, do you catch my drift, or are you waiting?
    Are you so caught up in fishnets that there's no hope for escaping?
    You prey, everyday, on your knees, upon the fools who pay you,
    But tell me, girl, when you're not looking, don't they all betray you?

    Every bunch has its bad apple, and you're my forbidden fruit.
    They cut you down for serving up their orders: cruel or cute,
    But, I have seen you dancing, seen the stardust in your eyes,
    Hungry for another hit, your daily dose of lies.

    I won't stand in your way as you stiletto-step the line.
    The price you pay to cross to Hell is just a petty fine,
    But when I speak about the devil, it's not you who walks my way,
    So don't sing your siren song at me, it drowns in your cliché.