I was your worst nightmare in a three piece suit
you looked back at me oh so terribly cute
I was charming
you found it alarming
until i hung you from a ceiling beam
and stripped you clean

you weren't that much for might
and never had much fight
until the day came
when i called your name
and took back all your fame

I had tossed you down onto the street
where the drunks and homeless meet
and met
and stood around your body
and me, I met
them standing in the lobby

the penthouse suite
was nice and neat
the mirror, not a smudge

no evidence
left for defense
or even a conviction
and i walked away without crime
but, rhyming in my diction