Let's cut to the chase
She was in my face
Like the alcoholic eyes
And her bottle of mace

She lunged at my lips
But I was too quick
She fell on the floor
Smearing lip stix

Then she begged on her knees
Why can't I fill all of your needs
She looked so pathetic
She's certainly not steez

Then when I had turned away
She grabbed the knife off the tray
And came at me
Before I could say hey

But she did stumble
And took an awful tumble
And the knife pierced
The heart full frontal

So the police were called
They arrived without stall
They asked how'd she die
Strangulation ! No lie !