What a state for a swindle
Boarder dust and the scent of mules
Seek grounds for the castle
Rebuild with the means of these two
So lewd, and they're sisters
So lewd but they'll swoon and erode
All in all, it's just gristle
Unhinged with the means of these beauts
Damned little heiress
Everything that is wrongfully yours
Cursed little heiresses
All you possess, you'll be rightfully conned
What a runt of a stallion
Of all creatures to mount on to
No gold in its future
Cast bets with the means of these two
Poor gullible sisters
They're looking to swoon and erode
It's just bone, it's just gristle
Unhinged with the means of these beauts
To think
Of all cons
They'd get wise
To this