Annabelle was Danville’s ‘93
Blonde hair blue eyed pageant queen
Big stars in her eyes, Miss America crown
But Joe’s contractor money made her settle down

Went from love bombing, Mr. Southern Charming
To sneaking home late 4 in the morning
Phone buzzing, facedown on the table
Is it Becky, is it Rachel?

She found a butterfly hair clip in his console
Pink lipstick on a rose bottle
Didn’t cross his t’s, didn’t dot his i’s
If he’s gonna do her wrong, should’ve done it right

It’s almost like he was asking to die
Made her go straight Carole Baskin
Why did he have to wind up such a dirty cheat
Now Sloppy Joe’s buried 6 feet deep

Poured gasoline in his radiator
Kissed him on the cheek, “baby, see ya later”
That Chevy burnt up in a cloud of flames
And nobody knows who the hell to blame

She was poker facing when she got to work
Crying widow in a black dress at the church
Nah, Annabelle could never be a cold blooded killer
With them angel eyes, but he put the devil in her
She found a butterfly hair clip in his console
Pink lipstick on a rose bottle
Didn’t cross his t’s, didn’t dot his i’s
If he’s gonna do her wrong, should’ve done it right

It’s almost like he was asking to die
Made her go straight Carole Baskin
Why did he have to wind up such a dirty cheat
Now Sloppy Joe’s buried 6 feet deep

Joe was just a sloppy drunk, leaving evidence
Annabelle kept her hands real clean, she didn’t leave no fingerprints

She found a butterfly hair clip in his console
Pink lipstick on a rose bottle
Didn’t cross his t’s, didn’t dot his i’s
If he’s gonna do her wrong, should’ve done it right

It’s almost like he was asking to die
Made her go straight Carole Baskin
Why did he have to wind up such a dirty cheat
Now Sloppy Joe’s buried 6 feet deep