Lady Belladonna

She's a serenade
She's a cruel jade and mandolin
Longing to be played
Open up the cage and let it in
Nothing to be done
No one held the gun

She's a come-along
She's a sadder song to make you cry
Savaging a swan
Lady of the lean and hungry eye
Nothing to be done
No one points the gun

Lady Belladonna calls
From her golden tower
Even though the flies are on her
She struggles through the hour

Chic of Arabee
Settle by the sea and watch her grin
Is it her or me?
Let her find the key and then begin
Nothing to be done
Someone fire the gun

Lady Belladonna calls
From her golden tower
Even though the flies are on her
She struggles through the hour

Nothing to be done
Nothing to be done
No one fired the gun
No one fired the gun
No one fired the gun
No one fired the gun
No one fired the gun