you’re so vicious, you hit me with a flower. you do it every hour.
…well the clock says it’s time to close now
old St. John on death row, he’s just waitin’ for a pardon
I’m waiting on words, and hoping you heard
before the night is through, I want to do bad things to you…
you could have your choice of men but I could never love again, Jolene
you tell me there’s an angel in your tea, did he say he’d come to call on me ?
…and I’d really love to see you tonight
let me help you pick up your dead, as the blood of your father is fed
just a perfect day, you made me forget myself