Marry. F**k. Kill.

She pushed him down just to watch him fall

He's got no choice, she's got him pinned against the wall

Call it etiquette or call it tact

A courtesy call, stab in the back

Captain, commander of this lonely boy's beating heart

Take the wheel and lose control

Wrong way down a one-way street

You're in the back seat and she's got lead feet

Sour lips, bitter taste

Sinking sensation you can't shake

It's too late, no goodbye

So long, and thanks for the ride

She's got him spun in a web of lies

On her wall hangs boys like flies

She's got victims and trophy thrills

Not to mention, looks that kill

Short skirt, tight shirt, the wire's tapped

He fell face-first into her trap

This is the end, my friend

This is the mess you got yourself in

Sour lips, bitter taste

Sinking sensation you can't shake

Too late, no goodbye

So long, and thanks for the ride

So close, yet so far

You tried, but still no cigar

So close, yet so far

You tried, but still no cigar

Should have thought that it would come to this

The last glimpse of your baby blowing you a kiss

In the rearview mirror

We caution, things aren't as close as they appear

As they appear

We caution, things aren't as close as they appear