Lyrics: Jon Buscema/Carrie K/Devon Johanningmeier
Music: Jon Buscema/Carrie K/Devon Johanningmeier
Outside the courthouse
I'm wringing my clothes out
Orange soda dripping down my legs
I'm fixing my earrings
Huff and puff to your hearing
I rush in and sit sweetly on the stand
Excuse me, miss? Is this your lover?
Lover? No! I hardly know her!
Lying bitch, but hot like supper
Give an inch, she'll pull you under
Head over, pick up
Only came for a quick talk-
-ing' bout poetry, staring at the stars
Kiss me like springtime
I'm all-in if you're all mine
She ran off like a toddler to a screen
I gave her my whole year
Just to find her with John Deere
Right in the headlights
Grab him by the shirt tie
Counting down from fivะต
Better tell it to mะต clear
Excuse me, sir? Is this your lover?
Lover? No! I hardly know her!
Lying bitch, but hot like supper
Give an inch, she'll pull you under
With lips like that, I should've seen it coming
She burned me real fast, something evil in the oven
Loved me so nice, then ripped the rug
Your Honor, I'm begging-lock her ass up!