A Knife for the Ladies

She stood there trembling before me
Silk twined and sharp as a blade
As the moonbeams played upon her hair

I knew there was murder in the air

I tore out her heart made of darkened gold
Spitfire flames on the floor
"Put it back please," she said tiredly

I knew there was murder in the air

An armed little jack, crystal, sparkled
It tingled in her fingers as she drew it out
I caught a little soul that the wind blew

Yeah, traces of murder in the air

I stumbled back through the flowers
Out of her arms to the enchanted place
I stared around in the brightening light
As the perfumes cleared from my head

I'm coming back for more
As the perfumes cleared from my head
I'm coming back for more
As the perfumes cleared from my head