Her normal courtesy is to stop in silence
Her normal courtesy is to let you speak
Her normal courtesies are sad devotions
Her tears are falling on the sheet
Her normal courtesies are blind perfections
Her normal courtesies just hide desire
Her normal courtesy is to set the table
Her hidden rage will set it all on fire
Her normal courtesy is to polish the silver
Her normal courtesy is to make it shine
Her normal courtesy has found the trigger
Her slender fingers so divine
Her normal courtesies will tiptoe hallways
Her normal courtesies have picked the locks
Her normal courtesies are firing blindly
Her courtesies have smashed on rocks
Blood drips from supple corners of her mouth
It's normal courtesy you see
Smoke rolls from barrel burning hot with friction
It's normal courtesy you see
The table's clean and sparkling in the great hall
It's normal courtesy you see
She's made a trail of wax across your corpse but...
It's normal courtesy you see
Round lips are pursed and blow across your face
She knows her manners - and she knows her place
Her normal courtesies are drenched in grace
Her fallen halo stings her face, stings like mace.