I know that she's already dead but her red
Spew got all over my seats
A pocket full of apologizes she owes me
Oh my god her lips are blue
Oh, and he cried out, but she hit me first
Oh, and she smiled 'cause he smelled so nice
Oh, and he cried out, but she hit me first
Oh, and she smiled 'cause he smelled so nice
Dancing on her countertops I can still taste her will
But I never, ever tripped
And when she bent over my knees, and looked at me
I swear I saw my mama's eyes
Oh, and he cried out, but she hit me first
Oh, and she smiled 'cause he smelled so nice
Oh, and he cried out, but she hit me first
Oh, and she smiled 'cause he smelled so nice
Oh, and he cried out, but she hit me first
