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