Music & arrangement: Van Doorn/Williams
Lyrics: Van Doorn
She's a wolf in sheep's clothing
But beauty's in the eye of the beholder
I wish we'd never met
So much so (that) it sets my teeth on edge
The blind leading the blind
Let's hope they turn a blind eye
A foregone conclusion
In a fool's paradise
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Spare the rod and spoil the child
Why keep a dog and bark yourself?
Let not the sun go down on your wrath
You had your fifteen minutes of fame
Like a moth to a flame
Or just a fly in the ointment

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