The sensation of cold, hard steel in her hand Acquainted with killing many a man The stain of blood follows her wherever she goes Killing without emotion, feral blood flows Beware the sensuous curves she bears Below the belt, a piece she wears You might be fooled by her beauty and mystique We warned lest your knees get weak A killer without conscious But the stains of blood remain A constant reminder of unresolved pain Lovliness that suffers We will never comprehend One who will be a weapon And also a dearest friend But I caution you Lest you come between her and her trade She will not give up easily The daring Israeli maid Beauty, brains and instinct All in one part Despite the killer instinct She's got a lot of heart