Need a title

I spend my afternoon grooming,
checking for flaws twice
remove the bionic goggles
Cologne makes me smell nice

I saw goodbye to the henchmen, and walk out.

I've observed you on occasion,
noting the light in your eye
Would you really love me?
If I said you'd never die?

If I promised to use my science,
on things you'd enjoy
would you take my hand?
Would I be your boy?

I could offer whatever, your dainty mind needs
happily tend to whatever your greed
I'd love you like a puppy, waiting for your hand
If you'll accept me as the villain I am

I catch you at the Starbucks,
I sit down on the stool
Make sure I'm not sweating
Man, do I feel a fool

I propose the question
'Can I take you on a date?"
You just stare at me,
while I ponder my fate

And the cruel laugh echoes in my mind
Since that fateful day
that you coldly turned your shoulder,
"what a loser, no way!"

I've pondered and had fits of terrible rage
drawn odd schematics on page after page
yet try I still feel empty and dead
since your perfumes messed with my head

I cant take it anymore,
the rejection aforementioned
With a rope and a knot
And a little suspension

I'm not so bad, at least I thought
till your tongue ruined my thoughts
I hope that you see, what you did to me
Look at the pain you have brought

Contemplation atop the stool
Will you laugh? Will you cry?
Cold rope on my neck, fear in my throat
kick it over, I die

Twisted as I may be, I can still love
I can ruin countries, and be soft as a dove
I don't care your reasons, or what you may have said
Thanks to your words, this evil genius is dead