Cryptopsy - Defenestration

Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
She's guilty

Ordinarily,
I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
To give the gift of murder

She's the kind of girl you want to
Run up and tackle through a window some floors up
And spatter you both to hell

Come and get it;
Your stuffed bunny's at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...