A huckster at will
A two-timing heart
A look to kill
And rip you apart
A glint in her eyes
Both summer and fall
She has a price for it all
She speaks in your dreams
The ominous words
And as it seems
Like you're getting your turn
Her hair is a web
Her fingers are nails
You see it all as it fails
Down to the river you must go
Down to the bottom
Into the dark and down below
The Love Trash is gone
Your Perils perused
You had your swings
You made a profit
On the sweet little things
That came temting
But relenting
A deep dark mirror of truth
