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...