She showed him where she hid her secret weapon Under a simple fur coat that wasn't even that expensive Her lover from the dark side of town “got” her the outfit I didn't want to say right away: STEAL Involved in business, without godfathers and bullets in the barrel of a gun Blood dripped onto his lapel In special laundromats - They knew how to clean it all up We are free in our actions If everyone pays up nicely Into accounts, anonymous ones of course We are merciful, the woman will not become a widow Maybe she wants to get rid of her husband? Then she has to pay for an ending That looks like suicide Keeping dirty, little secrets -Hide- It goes without saying - -Self-pity- She shows up at the funeral In a raven-black veil Faces the reporters' questions and insists Under tears she would be so inside-out herself But she knows the combination to the safe