Flathead

Well just because she feeds me well And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel It doesn't mean she's got eyes for me She might just want my bones, you see Hey, flathead, don't you get me She's the second-best killer that I ever have seen They don't come much more sick than you I could go on, if you want me to It's just so wrong, so very nice And I told you once, but you killed me twice I saw you one time at the back of the club Chewing on glass and a ticket stub Said I heard they kicked the boy 'til he bled And you stood and said, "Oh my God" 'til she said Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Well everybody knows you're the one to call When the girls get ugly 'round the back of the wall Josephine says you got a bleeding nose She's taking it with her wherever she goes Hey flathead don't check me in Well hers is a tonic, and mine's a gin They don't come much more slick than you I'd drive your car if you asked me to Said the boy's not right in the head And he stood and got a kicking instead til she said Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Da da-da-da-oh And she said the boy's not right in the head But you stood said, "Oh my God" til she said Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh