Hell Hath No Fury

She got graveyard eyes,
Cemetery smile,
She'll make you beg for the killing floor,
Oh, she's the mother of lies.

And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.

Hear her bangin' at the front door,
Stone's throw away,
She wants to take you to the boneyard,
For a permanent stay.

And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
She's got you in a sheer panic,
She put the thumbscrews on,
And now you're sweatin' out shotgun shells,
No, it won't be long.

And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
And I said, ooo child,
Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.



Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Christine Smith
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