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Savage blood pooling in a cultivated heart,
Dignity and poise
The triumph of her art.
She'll cut you down to size,
Leave you begging her for more,
Beneath her satin gloves she hides a velvet claw.

(Chorus:)
Subtle and stubborn and polished and raw,
Deadly with a smile and her velvet claw.

Years of dedication to a selfless refrain,
The agony and ecstasy
The stalwart chatelaine.
The carrier of secrets
The mistress of the hall
Eyes can't help but follow but don't see her at all.

(Chorus)

Don't doubt it you're not what you're born.
Don't doubt it you're not what you're bred.
Don't doubt it you're not what you're made.
Just watch her and you'll know,
You're what you make out of yourself instead.

(Instrumental)

Stalking through the Requiem a predator of class,
Hunting sickly reputations
Taking names and kicking ass,
She'll gut you with a word
Leave you reeling on the floor
Your name another victim of her velvet claw.

(Chorus)