Outside of 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 (her)? 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— Talking '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 five Better tell it to me clear Excuse me, sir? Is this your lover? Lover (her)? No, I hardly know her! Lying bitch, but hot like supper (so hot, so hot) 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!