It took me five bars, saw thirty license plates I saw her Mustang and my eyes filled up with rage I brought my pistol, but I ain't some kinda fool So I walked right in, barehanded; she was on his arm while he was playing pool Just like I used to do She kissed him while I got a beer She didn't think I'd show up here I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend I watched her for awhile, but I didn't like her walk Came across kinda cheap to me, but, hey, how's that my fault? She looked at my man like he didn't have on a stitch Somebody tell that girl to step up to the plate I wanna pitch, little bitch Those pretty girls can play their game But they damn well gonna know my name I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend I started throwing things, and I scared folks half to death I got up in his face, smelled whiskey on his breath Didn't give a second thought to being thrown in jail 'Cause, baby, to a hammer everything looks like a nail I'm mad as hell Well, those pretty girls - they're all the same But they're damn well gonna know my name I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend I'm a crazy ex-girlfriend