The root of all evil
The daring Eve she was
Sealed her lips with red
And a drag from her cigarette
With the look of death
Across her silver smile
We all knew, she'd been done for
Nothing she could hide
Hand-in-hand
Walking with fire
Through a puritanical garden
They all deemed her cure
But at the end of the day
She was just like Garbo
Too sullen and too tragic
To find herself in these pitfalls
She always did