This lady in lace with the fiery hair   Will coax you with compliments into her lair   Outside it looks pretty, but inside it's false   There's a fox and a mink, who once had a pulse      Believing she knows all the laws of the trade   The customer's wrong if the customer paid   A perpetual speech can be such a bore   No listening ear, a brain without any law      She doesn't know just what she's lost   By dealing it in danger as a loss   That's the cost   (That's like "what comes up, comes down again")      She won't back down when she knows that she's wrong   Disregarding the truth that you've known all along   Somewhere in time is the name of the shove   Somewhere inside, so she can rip you off      She doesn't know just what she's lost   By dealing it in danger as a loss   That's the cost   (That's like "what comes up, comes down again")