Words and music by John Hudson
She was perched on a stool in a miniskirt
I swallowed my courage and I went to work
Her fishnet stockings crossed at the thigh
She winked at me with an evil eye.
Started pulling me in with a funnel cloud
My mind screamed no but my heart was too loud
She kept me guessing for an hour or two
But not a thing that she said to me was true.
Smoke rising, flames getting higher
Little liar, my heart’s on fire
She chewed me up and made a mess out of me
I got locked away and then I lost the key, she
Knocks me down to the ground, I take it on the chin
I hope she sharpens her blade ‘fore she twists it again.