Constance LaRuex was once a maiden
now she's the butcher's monster
Now she's pretending not grieve
Now she's pretending not to breathe
She had a goody-box for rent, you know?
But now the butcher owns it baby
She had a goody-box for rent, you know?
and now the butcher owns it, baby
What's that?
Her beautiful face not comforting?
As she strips your carcass to the bone
She'll strip