Definitely Not Ophelia

One-two and tick-tock

Ribbons and lace tied up in a knot

Like the one in my stomach, the one in my throat

The one in my head that hangs from a rope

Give me your hand, tie it up with strings

Come back to bed and wash your hands clean

They think I'm quiet, they think I'm sweet

But I am the Lady, the fiendlike queen.

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