[Intro]
It's Sunday, she's in the tub
Shaving her legs, drinking a beer
She forgets the things she said
And the things she just repeated
[Chorus]
On March 17th, you will meet your maker
She dotted the eye with a smiley face
She mixes a new drink
And stirs it with her fingers
[Bridge]
In the silverware drawer
Is the answer
She slips the fork into her purse
A brilliant piece of flatware
[Chorus]
On March 17th, you will meet your maker
She dotted the eye with a smiley face
She mixes a new drink
And stirs it with her fingers
[Outro]
In the tub
Shaving her legs, drinking a beer
She forgets the things she said
And the things she just repeated
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