I had me a man
So damn good looking
I gave him all I had
Until she took him
It had to be this way
Cold and tragic
Every dog has its day
And this one's for Mr. Magic
What it was staying up late
A-hugging and kissing, giving me such a bellyache
I was a witch and a spell
I smiled to the pot until it's hotter than hell
I'm like a cat on a hot tin shed painted red
Hissing and spitting and swishing my tail
Putting on perfume, lipstick, and heels
Killing you, baby, is like riding the rails
I got all this love for you
I got all this star
Shovels and sticks and scissors and brooms
Can't dig a hole big enough for my love for you
For you
A real special guy
Bubblegum delicious
But an eye for an eye
My love becomes vicious
They got nowhere else to run
Nowhere else to hide it
The chances are never to none
Yeah, I have decided
What it was, staying up late
A-hugging and kissing like the spiders and snakes
I was planning a hatch
It's witchy and bitchy and that's just where I'm at
Oh
I'm like a cat on a hot tin shed painted red
Hissing and spitting and swishing my tail
Putting on perfume, lipstick, and heels
Killing you, baby, is like riding the rails
I got all this love for you
I got all this star
Shovels and sticks and scissors and brooms
Can't dig a hole big enough for my love for you
For you
So say goodbye to your glorious
While she's lying six feet under you
Of all the guys, it was you that I loved most
Call my daddy, get out
I'm on the wrong meds
I didn't mean to do it
I gone and done it again
This time I knew it
I'm like a cat on a hot tin shed painted red
Hissing and spitting and swishing my tail
Putting on perfume, lipstick, and heels
A-killing you, baby, is like riding the rails
I got all this love for you
I got all this star
Shovels and sticks and scissors and brooms
Shovels and sticks and scissors and brooms
Can't dig a hole big enough for my love for you
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