She Wrapped Her Soul In A Lace Of Lies, With A Prime Deceit To Pin It; And I Thought I Was Gaining A Fearsome Prize, So I Staked My Soul To Win It. We Wed And Parted On Her Complaint, And Both Were A Bit Of Barter, Tho' I'll Confess That I'm No Saint, I'll Swear That SHe's No Martyr.