She Called Pest Control
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
Ela Chamou o Controle de Pragas
Ela chamou o controle de pragas
E quando foi borrifada
Nunca mais foi incomodada
Usava botas de estilo country
Pressagiando o que estava por vir
Eu disse que sou um artista em busca de um meio
Ela disse que sabia
E eu disse, bom, eu preciso ir
Olhando por cima do meu ombro pra ver
Se ela estava triste por eu estar indo
Porque eu pensei que estava mentindo
Mas eu estava indo
Eu estava indo
Eu tinha ido
Ela chamou o controle de pragas
E quando foi borrifada
Nunca mais foi incomodada