she's twining her fishnets around your throat while you're
not looking, boy, and when she comes to you with her life between
her knees, hopping to make you gaze at her legs and say something
heart-breaking, you'll take a step back and find your foot stuck
in spider silk. so if she puts a pen-knife to your chest and swears
it'll only sting, don't even pretend to believe her, love, I can smell the
chloroform in her bag, and I saw the pick-up truck she parked slantways
onto the pavement. she's thinking dirty words like love and forever, and you
better be scared, boy, you messed with her soul so long it's run away.