I�ve texted him twenty one times
And still my phone don�t ring
And my wild imagination is
Makin� up scary thing�makin� up scary things
No one shares a kiss like that
And then just doesn�t call
Last night he promised me the world
And now I�m gettin� nothing at all!
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin� off a crumblin� cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things we've said
If he still ain�t called by now
He better be dead
I don�t like being done like this
That just aint my style
Little boys playin games
You know they really get me riled
You know they really get me riled
If I weren�t getting madder by the minute
Then I�d be worried sick
I know he knows im callin�
So what the hell is this
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin� off a crumblin� cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he�s said
If he still ain�t called by now
He better be dead as a door nail
Cold as a stone
Flat on a train tracks
Whaoooooo
traced on the floor
Stiff as a board
Knock knock knockin� on heaven's door
He better be dead
His house burnt down to the ground
He better have two wheels hangin� off a crumblin� cliff
The way I'm feelin' now
I'm swearing his head
Better be pressed up against a gun
After all the things he�s said
If he still ain�t called by now
He better be tied to a motel bed
Handcuffed, gagged, and bound
He better be dead
That boy better be dead
I�ve texted him twenty two times
And still my phone don�t ring |