Her lies were enough to pleat steel.

Her expression made the tinfoil crumple all alone
Her lies were enough to  pleat steel.
Her  tone was enough to cut a hard-boiled man in half with no effort
Her gaze combined lust and seductiveness with a Nero-like cruelty dampened only by  the rain hitting her  bare shoulders
Her washing up was so noisy she gave the mice migraine.
She only washed her bra once a year as the odour tempted men even as her glare terrified them in  that attractive manner known only to boa constrictors
Her singing attracted fifty tom cats to the backdoor.
Her anger was so powerful she used it to run the electricity for the whole town.
Her pastry was so delicious nobody tasted the cyanide.