Girl, it's been my pleasure
to know quite a lot of you.
And in a way, you're pretty sane,
it's true.
But there are a few who do,
who do, do, do, do, do, beautiful a job.
If when she tries to run away,
and he calls her back, she comes.
If there's a next time, he's okay,
cause she's under both his thumbs.
She lives along
to his side,
singing a song of ruin
I bet he says nothing to him, I,
I call it suicide
She loves to ride in big parades
But he wouldn't, so she won't
She needs at least a dozen legs
But if he says no, she don't
He wishes she knew his sign
Soon there'll be trouble brewing
I bet he's had nothing doing
I, I call it suicide
Suicide, she's committing it
Suicide, he's not getting it
Suicide, it's a quittin' the
game
Well, she limps along to his side
Singing a song of ruin
I barely said nothing to her
I...
I call it suicide
Suicide, she's committing it
Suicide, he's now getting it
Suicide, it's a criminal