Her lips may drip honey
But her teeth drip blood
She'll spend all your money
She'll squander your love
She's got no good intentions
She's got no noble cause
And all her inventions
Are deadly as claws
Beware the Bad Woman
She's pretty as a follower
She's bad things a-comin'
She'll leave you sad and sour
The blues baby. I'm talkin' about the blues