Even if she has beautiful icy-blue eyes
And beautiful, almost black hair,
She kills everyone with all her lies
And there is no one about she would care.

She is the word "perfect"
And everyone for her have respect.
She could even smile and say:
"I'm lying to you every day"

Nobody would care,
I'm telling you, I swear.
She's the beauty from hell,
Everybody know it, you as well.

And nobody do worry,
It is her territory.
And nobody can do anything,
She's the Queen here, she's the King.

She's the Queen from hell,
And she knows it very well.