She clutched the scissors in her hand Then raised them high above her head She stabbed her boyfriend in the back Then he hit the floor and bled She did not know just what to do So she went and had some lunch She did not eat the red meat Because it would only remind her of the ex-creep
All he had to do was leave All he had to do was get the hell out But when he refused to walk through that door That's when he became the ex-creep
She went back to the house And dragged the body down the flight of stairs She stuffed him in the furnace Then she went and wash her hair She lay down on the bed Then she read a good book She went and fell asleep Then she awoke to the burning odor of the ex-creep