Fisticuffs & Affidavits

There was a time and a place when I knew she couldn’t live without me
(Co-dependent and sweet as a peach)
We fell in love and in crime before we finally decided to run free
(Fisticuffs and affidavits decree)
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
For me
It was a Sunday night, out with my little love crowd
I saw the nuptials and I headed home to take off my shoes
It left us all banged up, a little bruised and battered
It seems we’re breaking up with only mild concussions
Had I known I’d cry I would’ve never ever kiss you
But we’re wasting time so let’s tear this thing in two
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
She was mean
For me