It's been one week since you looked at me
I cocked my head to one side and said "It's Fowley"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"get that together, come back and see me"
Three days since your living room
I realized it's all her fault but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days before I make her sorry

Hold it now and watch her hoodwink
As I try to make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I give a kick to the bitch
'cause she just bugs me
I wanna hit her with a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust her chops
Clean up her brains with a mop
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
She tries to match wits, she tries to hold me but I bust through
Like Andrew Lloyd I've got a big show
Mine's about a big ho
I'm gonna crush her on the pavement
Gonna make her break and take a fake
Drown her in a milkshake
I like Vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show cause then you'll know
The stupid ho is gonna go
'Cause I'm so dangerous you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think she's really really bad
tryin' hard to kill her, and I don't feel bad
I'm the kinda girl who'd laugh at her funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well you soon will!
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
She has a history of taking off her shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air & said "you're crazy"
Five days since you and I just got horny
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault, not a moment too soon
yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait til I can make her sorry

Bitch little Fowley won't stop bitchin'
Beat her with a stick so her brain stops tickin'
Spying on the X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I bet the Smoking Man's in on this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic
Like sting I'm tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
K, I don't make films
But if I did I'd be a samaurai
Luke Skywalker gotta big hunch
I'm gonna make her into lunch
She looks like a really really old guy
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so I can send her flying off the back swing
Gotta get in tune with her brain
'cause she's insane, she's a nasty slutty bitch
You know, I'm not thinking the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think she's really really bad?
Tryin hard to kill her and I don't feel bad
I'm the kinda girl who'd laugh at her funeral
Can't understand what I mean, well you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
She has a history of taking off her shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since since I laughed at you and said
"She just did what I thought she was gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized she's just a bitch, and what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
'cause it'll still be two days 'til we make her sorry