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THE NIGHT OF MY VICIOUS VALENTINE
(to the tune of “My Funny Valentine,” with apologies to Rodgers and Hart. If you don't know the song, you can listen to it here. )
Behold the way our proud villainess
Her evil doth parade.
Thou knowest not, my foul murderess
The picture thou hast made.
Thy practiced smile and thy well-dressed curls
Can’t conceal thy evil plot
To marry wealthy men to your girls
Then kill them on the spot; you’re
My Vicious Valentine,
Cruel Emma Valentine,
You grasp for money and pow’r.
Your plans—redoubtable,
Untalkaboutable,
Make widows in the bridal bow’r.
Toy with James West in between,
Run his “likes” through your machine,
Does deciph’ring what they mean
Leave you sour?
But your plans will fall apart,
E’en though it breaks your heart.
Wail, Emma Valentine, wail!
Honeymoon finds you in jail.
