• Mistress Mary, quite contrary, likes to dress in black lace~

    She leads her victims to her door, and before they know it, they're on the floor~

    Leaning close, she whispers in their ears, "Let me see your darling face..."~

    Takes a knife nestled in her garter, and presses it to their throat, harder, harder~

    It moves up to their cheek, and into their mouth, and the sound of the blade clicking against their teeth is quite loud~

    One flick of the wrist and the house is filled with screams, ignored by the neighboring kingdom that she ruled with her iron fist~

    And up until the time of her death, mistress Mary killed a person every day of the week!~