She’s got a time,
To pack her heart well,
To dry her eyes,
And walk out through the door,
I didn’t think that this girl could hide something more,
Behind those pretty eyes…

And there she goes…
She smashed his car with baseball bate,
Oh no, baby, she smiles,
Goes on to show the hate.
She loves him,
Loves, loves him,
Kills him, baby!
Oh!!!...
…Though she tries to kiss him.

She’s so upset,
She’s got a reason for that,
So passionate,
 [bad word] yeah! I bet she’ll do that.
Now I know that this girl can hide something more,
Behind those pretty eyes…

And there she goes….

Check it on the left,
He’s got
lover,
Break his god [bad word] neck,
Chase him,
And show ‘em,
Do you love him more?
Say that you really do.
Do you?
You do.

She’s got a time,
To pack her heart well,
To dry her eyes,
And walk out through the door,
I didn’t think that this girl could hide something more,
Behind those pretty eyes…

And there she goes…