The Vice of Mrs
by The Nerve Agents· from The Butterfly Collection
Hey Mrs. Grossly... mistaken. You old and weathered fallen angel. How is it that you came to be here? Irresistibility played you... made you a fool. Hey Mrs. Grossly... mistaken. Now shackled and chained to the rather deranged. How is it that he loves you? Hitting the floor... slammed into the door... face to his fist... he must be hard to resist. Resist! Hey Mrs. Grossly... resist!