She Called Pest Control

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