My apologies in advance.
I once had a girl, or should I say, had two or three
And Christie found out, it wasn’t good, or understood
She asked me to leave and she told me to go anywhere
So I looked around and a bullet came out of nowhere
I sat in the dark, and for a time, she was still mine
She tried to break through, but then she said, “I’m off to bed.”
I went back to work even though it caused others to laugh
And Tom told old Marty we’d somehow end up in a bath
Out in the cold rain, I was alone, this bird had flown
Then she held my hand, isn’t it good, she understood?