Giulia Tofana from Fatal Femmes by The Sandy Sweethearts & The Bubany Boy

In a little town in Italy
Sixteen-hundred-thirty-three
Whenever there was a gal in need
There was Giulia Tofana’s masterpiece

A poison with no scent or flavor
Heavy work for the boneyard graver
Scores of men had lost their lives
When Giulia had met their wives

If you find yourself in need
These are words that you must heed
Find her on Palermo Road…


And you will know her by her vile vials and High piles of dead men


Some call her sinner, some call her a saint
You better clutch your pearls cause this tale might make you faint

Those gals in need of a deadly helping Hand who need to unalive their good for Nothing man

There’s an elixir a way to start anew
Just 4 small doses and no one will have a Clue
(Uh oh)
Don’t be ashamed it’s just the only way
You’d never hurt a fly
But a fly he surely ain’t


Oh Aqua Tofana get some if you wanna
It’s just a bit of arsenic and lead and belladonna

So all you losers, grifters and abusers
Can’t you see it’s clear that you no longer Have a future
(Oh no$

Make it a cocktail make it in a stew
It’s a slow killing poison and it looks just Like the flu
(Uh oh)

At death’s door he’ll have time to Contemplate the sins of his doing but Repentance is too late
(Oh no)

Aqua tofana get some if you wanna
He’ll never see it coming from his Sweetheart Belladonna
(Uh oh)

It’s time to meet your everlasting doom
At the bottom of a bottle that you thought was just perfume
(Oh no)

And if you still don’t seem to understand
Well the wrath of a woman is as deadly as A man’s
(Uh oh)
(Oh no)

With her vile vials and high piles of dead Men

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