Murder she wrote.
Am C G
1:
Looks like she's a lovely baby,
Looks like she's a noble lady,
But when your eyes are shut she's not looking around,
She's looking at you, man, she wants to bring you down.
B:
Oh, don't be fooled by her manners,
It's just the part of the plan!
C:
You won't wanna be a part of the murder that she wrote,
You don't wanna lie face down, be the food for the crows.
Man, you better run away as fast as you can!
Cause she wants to kill you and hide your body in the van.
2:
She's like: How're you doing?
And you're like: Thanks I'm fine!
And then she takes a knife and stabs you in the chest,
She takes a note and smiles: That is what I do best.
B2:
Oh, it's too late to cry,
Oh, just lay down and die.
C2:
You might not wanna be a part of the murder that she wrote,
You might not wanna lie face down, be the food for the crows.
She's smiling coldly and the moonlight shining on her fangs,
She lifts you up and throws you body to the van's trank.
