The Bitch

She walks down the street,
Her clothes, so neat,
Making hearts pound
That rhythmic sound.
Then you stop her,
Try to lure her,
But she bites back,
For she's a bitch on the attack.

She's a bitch. Yeah. Definitely so.
With her, it's best to just avoid her and go.
She's a bitch, a thorn in the side of me,
To that, there's no doubt of that's what she be.
She wears red. She'll walk right over you.
She's a bitch, a bitch through and through.

She devours you, her prey,
And then she strolls away,
Blood everywhere.
Everyone stops to take a stare.
She has a smile of perverse mirthfulness,
For she couldn't care about less.
She's a bitch indeed,
And she'll make you bleed and bleed.

So, the next time will come
For some unfortunate bum
Who'll encounter that witch,
Yes her, that bitch.
They'll try to get it going with her,
But she'll slay them. Grrr!
Then they'll be dead, still, with no twitch,
All at the hands of that mean, nasty bitch.