Well I’d rather see you dead little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head little girl
Or you won’t know where I am.
You better run for your life if you can little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That’s the end little girl.
Well you know that I’m a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
But I can’t spend my whole life tryin’
just to make you toe the line.
Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I said
Baby I’m determined
That I’d rather see you dead.
I’d rather see you dead...