She called pest control
And when she was sprayed
She never was bothered again
She wore western style boots
Foreshadowing things to come
I said, "I'm an artist
In search of a medium"
She said, "I know"
And I said, "Well I gotta go"
Looking back over my shoulder
To see if she was sorry
I was leaving because I thought I was lying
But I was going, I was going, I was gone
She called pest control
And when she was sprayed
She never was bothered again
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