She passed through my life like a hurricane
Hurry, hurry

Without any shame, she will strike again
It's her living

You'd better run

Now, what good does it do me
To relive all you put me through?
You're gonna pay
Pay for every little thing you've done
Pay for making me write this song
Pay for having slept in my bed
And then chewed me and spat me

Yeah
Your time will come, darling
You'd better believe it

(Oh, look out!)

Beware of the lies she will try to seed
In your garden

And when, at last, the beast is gone
You'll be stronger

You can make it!
I know you can do it!