We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand