[Lyrics by Lord Worm]

 Oh what a gal!
 She seems such a perfect victim:
 This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
 she's guilty

 Ordinarily,
 I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
 But such beauty inspires one
 to give the gift of murder

 She's the kind of girl you want to
 [bad word] up and tackle through a window some floors up
 and spatter you both to [bad word] 

 [bad word] and get it;
 your stuffed bunny's at the window,
 But not that far out...
 Reach little one! Reach!...

 Tantalized a child is want to
 take a ill-considered
 course of action; such is life:
 is experience not bitter?

 Leaning too far
 out the open attic casement window,
 baby plummets
 to a messy death not so far below

 Rend your flesh to ribbons
 on shards of broken glass,
 fading screams and [bad word] 

 Defenestration