作曲：John Lawler、Gordon McRory、Barry Wallace
Well, just because she feeds me well
And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
Doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
She might just want my bones you see
Hey flathead don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to
It's all so wrong, so very nice
I told you once and you killed me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub
I hear they kicked the boy till he bled
Then stood around and said oh my god til she said...
Everybody knows you're the one to call
When the girls get ugly round the back of the wall
Josephine says you got a bleedin nose
She's takin it with her wherever she goes
Hey Flathead don't check me in
Well hers is a tonic and mine is a gin
They don't come much more slick than you
I'd drive your car if you ask me to
Said the boy's not right in the head
So he stood and got a kickin instead till she said...
