Bitch, you wanted to be in power,
Charm the men and make them suffer
And to make the best of lovers
Take their hats off to you!
Stiring up the carnal feelings
You had affairs with both of heroes:
Both with banker and with killer!
Cunning whore, that is you!

In the evening when it`s late
You ask me out on  a date,
You turn music that I hate
What are you taking me for?
Get away, bloodsucker`s doughter
I would give you half the world
If you left me whole forgotten
And refuse to restore!