She will give you the world if you pay her the fee
Once she’s tasted your money she won’t leave you be
She will hold you in awe in her delicate hand
With her other palm she will crush you to sand
Take your identity and masquerade it as hers
Write your life to her tune in a twisted verse
She will laugh with you, flirt with you, set you alight
While the people who love her wither and die
She will shower you with gold that burns into ash
Her embrace can bring your walls down with a deafening crash
The whole world thinks she’s happy but it’s an elaborate lie
She can break whole a life with her carless sigh
Damns the wicked and evil with her brave curse
Then leaves the homeless and poor to grow sicker and worse
She touches with a knife and wounds with her words
Promises broken that fly away with the birds
She builds upon love but brings nothing but pain
This wondrous women; this magnificent Britain