Swoon Immune.

Swoon immune to your gentle groom
That’s what I’ll be, I’ll be swoon immune.
Right hook with my fist if you dare try kiss
I’m a femme fatale and I never miss
If you mess me around I’ll cut you down,
Drag your severed head like a prize round town.
Break my heart? I’ll tear you apart
“Hell hath no fury,” straight from the start
Don’t even try get me in the sack
Not even Houdini could get into that
Better pray to God you don’t make me cry
But call me again… ’cause you’re sweet
I’m just shy.