He shows no compassion.
He makes no excuse
For his vulgar questions,
For despising rules.
With the knouts for torture
Or with sticky kiss,
He says: "Try your fortune.
Turn your pain to bliss.
Raise your hands up, Nancy.
Show some skin, sweet Blaze".
He says we are fancy,
We can scare and daze. 
"Move more smoothly, Nancy.
Just like that, sweet Blaze.
They must see you dancing,
They must be amazed!
Let them stare and mutter,
Dab their fingers, scream,
Let them fall and flutter,
Give them what they whim.
Let them laugh, surrender.
They"ll be horrified
With your ugly splendour:
Let them start a fight
For the invitation
To your fussy show. 
Can you play temptation?
Sure you can. I know. 
Grab their damned attention.
Force their minds to break.
Say each "freak" they mention
Was just clumsy fake!"
He won"t make a blunder:
"Step into the whirl! 
Touch of fiendish wonder!
See two-headed girl!
You won"t have more chances!
You won"t have more days!
Right girl"s name is Nancy,
Left girl"s name is Blaze!"