Have you ever seen a dress so clean?
white [bad word] with her perfect set of teeth.
The fabric, so fine and delicately weaved,
Makes it plain to see that there’s nothing underneath

Who has shared her sheets, that are drying in the breeze,
From the bed where she lays but never gets much sleep?
She’ll tell you that she wants you, crossed fingers concealed,
And beg you with a “please” to pick her flowers from the field.

Walk where you dare
There’s shrapnel in her hair
Her savoir-faire
Is her warfare

Tip-toe through the tulips
Just to get a taste of her lips

Detonate
Seal your fate

And then smiling she says,
“There goes another one.”
And then pensive she thinks,
“Where is the only one?”

Walk where you dare
There’s shrapnel in her hair

The blood from many suitors now stains her pretty dress
Along with the ash and their little bits of flesh
She’ll take it off her body and wash it in the tub
And make ready for the others who [bad word] to try their luck