Feeling at the top of the world
Like a deity on steroids
Dancing in the night as flames twirl
Putting on a show worthy of tabloids
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A villainess is what they call her
As the world burns down
All from her cigar
The color red, she painted the town
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Cutting down enemies like weeds
Torn from her garden as deserved
She will plant new seeds
Her cruel justice served
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She’s not evil
Not in her eyes
But she’s the devil
A demon in disguise
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Her crimson gown flows
As red as the blood she spills
Her ego grows
As she sits upon the throne she steals
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Who will stop this crisis?
Put an end to this madness
But no
There is no match
For our Villainess