In human style made from fire and stone
A monster formed from human bone
But look behind her thinnly worn disguise
And there's a deepened glint of madness in her eyes
Many of us are fooled by her smile
Artificial grace, charm and style
She's dying to be your wonderous friend
And she'll keep on smiling to the end
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