She's got a dirty mind. I've got flies on th

a double life without a single flaw. Covered with

honey, smothered in blood, while she was married, buried in the mud. I don't

know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't care

what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been. She's got a guilty

smile. I've got a hunch or two. I'll never know her like the flies on the

wall. Like a feather, it gently fell. Like Heather, they kiss and tell. I

don't know where I'm going to. But you don't know where I've been. She don't

care what I'm going through. But you don't know where I've been