Lady killed a man today Somewhere out of the way Didn't know what to do or what to say And she ran Oh as fast as she can To the nearest garbage Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag To cover up the rancid smell and decay of her man Oh, what a tragic plan Miss Mary and her man Never killed no one before, never seen such blood When she heard a man a'thump she grabbed that six-shooter gun There was nothin' he could do, nothin' he could say He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey!) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!) Was this for real? Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!) She woke up on the floor of the jail Was just an illusion, a toxic thrill Kill a man, and Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills Voices in her head are calling out Miss Mary and her man She woke up from a dream Seein' blood about Her husband was innocent She killed him anyhow La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Oh, Miss Mary, shootin' about Killed a man with illusion and doubt Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh