You could feel a lot of doubt

On the runway and in her murder walk

You could tell, maybe it's how she fell

When she saw you, maybe it's how she fell

Like some bright orange pumps

It was the murder mystery she didn't want

She put her claws deep in your arms

And it made the tracks go all red

Pull yourself together, hon or heaven's just in your head

When the bulbs had all broke and hit the ground

There was hardly any sound, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Then you see a lot of doubt

And then they knew all along it was you

It's too late now 'cause breaking up's hard to do