She wore a short black dress and had an arrow through her chest
She preferred to carry a hand gun over a hand bag
And the barrel was usually hot and leaking smoke
She carved coins out of the back of deaths skull to wear over her eyes
She wasn't blind
She just didn't need to see and moved better in the dark
Rumor has it shes the only person Cupids poison couldn't control
And she had feud with the little feathered fellow
She had broken more than her fair share of hearts
And she knew he was to blame
She traveled the world to hunt him down
She eventually found him in a bar north of a dream
And downwind of a Singapore sling
She slammed down three shots of whiskey
And ate the worm at the bottom of a broken bottle of tequlia
She paid her tab with a gold piece she had taken off the body of a dead god
Then Cupid and her stepped outside
A few moments later the thunder of a single gunshot rang out
And then a cold silence and a chill wind swept over the town
No one saw what happened that night
But the horizon tells a story of a women in a short black dress
Riding a horse slowly towards the sinking sun
With an arrow in her chest and a smoking gun at her side