Lyrics: Kate Stephenson/Jeremy Schmetterer/Victoria Zaro
Music: Kate Stephenson/Jeremy Schmetterer/Victoria Zaro
Leave it to a man to kill two birds without a stone
He'll use the hands that are his own
Because he likes it that way
And then he'll look you in the face with dirt still underneath his nails
And ask you why you dug his grave
I will not miss him
I'll only miss who he was
When he wanted to **** me
Leave it to a man to strike two chords
Call it a tune
'Cause he can afford to
And he can sweep it under the rug
Whatever's done is done
I did what I had to
I will not miss him
I'll only miss who he was
When he wanted to **** me
I'll miss who he was
When he thought he'd get something
He says he screwed up
What a whole lot of nothing
When push comes to shove
I am certainly shoving