She's a high fashion love assassin
Taking names and playing games is her passion
But her perfect world [bad word] apart
The day I broke her cold heart
Now she's hungry for the blood of any boy
And she'll get it 'cause she gets what she wants
She's the devil in black stilettos
Don't cross her, she's a fully loaded debutante
 [bad word]  [bad word] She looks so sweet when she's having fun [bad word]  everybody
The [bad word] queen has got a gun

She's a butcher made of spice and sugar
Hand grenades for promenades better suit her
But her perfect world [bad word] apart
The day I broke her cold heart
Now her enemy is stock society
She'll suck you in and then she'll blow you away
She's the devil in black stilettos
Don't raise your glass to her [bad word] spiked with glycerin

It's a Love Hate Masquerade
And she's got you in her sights