The chain now wrapped around her soul,
Displays the pain, suf'ring, and hole.
Despair clouds the night-time air
And she will cry a single tear.

And wo(e) will sing to man - surprise...
Woman desire will turn demise
For She will beg and plea to be
A courteous princess or queen.

She will fulfill her destiny
And sit in bed, asking for me
To hit across her face - a fist
So she can feel better about the kiss.