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