Lyrics:

Whoa
Die! Die! Die!
Oh what a gal!
A perfect victim:
I can tell
For if beauty be guilt, she's guilty
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah...
Urgh!
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
Run up and tackle
Through a window some floors up
And spatter you both to hell

Ugh
Ugh

Come and get it;
Your stuffed bunny's at the window
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...

Tantalized, a child is won't to
Take an ill-considered
Course of action, such is life;
Is experience not bitter?

Oh

Leaning too far out the open
Attic casement window
Baby plummets to a messy
Death not far below

Ahh!

Rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass
Defenestration!