Murderers, The Hope of Women

With this knife I cut the cake
 Who will be my bride today
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 Watch her climb the step ladder
 A present from her stepfather
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes
 A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face
 With curtains for your wedding dress
 You must take your place amongst
 The Proper Little Madams
 And now because I love you
 I must take my place too
 Amongst the murderers, the hope of women
 Death in every new beginning
 I must take this woman for my sentence of life
 And she must take my knife
 I will buy a ring of gold
 And you will practise birth control
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 Like a puppet on a string
 Of oestrogen and progesterone
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 This is where your misery starts
 This is where your mystery stops
 We'll rent a television
 To replace Pandora's Box
 And I will wear a business face
 And you will learn your proper place
 From those Proper Little Madams
 And in my world of cut and thrust
 I will learn that my place, my place must ...
 Be with the murderers, the hope of women
 Death in every new beginning
 I must take this woman for my sentence of life
 And she must take my knife
 In my pipe and slippers
 Do I look like Jack The Ripper?
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 But I poisoned you with every kiss
 Smothered you with domestic bliss
 Sweet Fanny Adams
 Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought
 Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse
 And from the seventh floor of our bungalow
 You flung yourself down to where they stood below
 Those Proper Little Madams
 But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth
 I escaped detection by the police
 One of the murderers, the hope of women
 Death in every new beginning
 I must take this woman for my sentence of life
 And she must take my knife