She Called Pest Control

[Chorus] She called pest control And when she was sprayed She never was bothered again [Verse] 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 [Chorus] She called pest control And when she was sprayed She never was bothered again