[Intro] She came ripe in a black silk peel With a smile that could skin a man alive Promised pure naughty juice outside— But inside, no Vitamin C, just pesticide [Chorus] Fruity Fatale Sweet little funeral Fruity Fatale Bite, boys, beautiful Sugar on her mouth Poison in the pulp Fruity Fatale They all want more [Verse 1] She opened shop after midnight mass Fresh fruit painted on frosted glass Bankers came first with their wedding rings Asking what her private menu brings She let them taste from a ruby jar Called it health with a dirty charge They paid in cash, then paid in skin And woke up broke in the compost bin [Pre-Chorus] Pretty peel Poison core One slow taste Then beg for more [Chorus] Fruity Fatale Sweet little funeral Fruity Fatale Bite, boys, beautiful Sugar on her mouth Poison in the pulp Fruity Fatale They all want more [Verse 2] The priest came shaking through his collar Swore one sip would make him proper She brushed peach juice across his chin Said, “Bless me twice, then let me in” Business men lined up with flowers Buying stolen minutes by the hour She kissed one tie, then took their keys And Left priest praying on his bruised knees [Pre-Chorus 2] Vitamin promise Toxic kiss Clean on the label Filthy bliss [Chorus] Fruity Fatale Sweet little funeral Fruity Fatale Bite, boys, beautiful Sugar on her mouth Poison in the pulp Fruity Fatale They all want more [Breakdown] SWEET ROT! SOUR LIPS! BIODEGRADABLE KISS! E-SIX-SIX-SIX! [Verse 3] The olive-oil mafia came dressed in black Gold rings shining, slick hair back They brought red wine and whispered threats She crossed her legs and smiled, “Not yet” She kissed the Don with sugar on her tongue Left him shaking like a man too young By dawn his boys found the butcher’s tracks T-bones gone to stray dogs and alley cats [Bridge] She is sweet when the door swings wide Soft ripe peel and polished thigh She is poison when the curtains close No Vitamin C, just a fatal dose She squeezes men like fresh-cut limes Leaves them dripping, dry by sunrise She smiles once, then turns away While black-suit boys clean the plate [Build] She wears sweet glaze like a satin dress All candy shine and tenderness But under the sugar, the venom sits No Vitamin C, just E-six-six-six She cuts them down with a velvet laugh Turns hungry men into butcher’s scraps Their gold rings clink in her marmalade While the alley lights blink and the dogs get fed [[Final Chorus] Fruity Fatale Sweet little funeral Fruity Fatale Bite, boys, beautiful Sugar on her mouth Poison in the pulp Fruity Fatale They all want more Fruity Fatale Red on the table Fruity Fatale Bad by the label Pretty peel Poison fix Fruity Fatale E-six-six-six [Outro] She leaves a peel on the windowsill One lipstick print on the unpaid bill The label reads “healthy, fresh, divine” But the fine print says, “You were never mine” YOU WERE NEVER MINE!
