Blue Oyster Cult

You're boned like a saint
With the consciousness of a snake
You're the kind of girl
I'd like to find
Face like an angel
But you're boned like the devil
Your eyes have shifted from me
Everyone saw what you did
You have slipped from beneath me
Like a false and nervous squid
Oh no more horses horses
We're gonna swim like a fish
Into the hole, in which you planned to ditch me
My lovely Vera Marie
You planned to leave me cold
But you'll never get your wish
On the 24th of May
I'll gather up your reins
You filled me with a vengeance