See the woman with the dyed blonde hair
There's nasty stuff going on under there
Like thoughts of novel ways of causing people pain
And thoughts of ways to steal capital gains
Over 60 but she acts 16
Never really left the high-school scene
Mean and unkind with other girls by her side
But when they're gone she just runs and hides
And now I fear
The fray will make us weep
Because it's clear
That K stands for Kreep
It would appear
I'm caught in a dangerous undertow
All those years
I thought I was loved, but what did I know?
Married a man with verbal diarrhoea
The endless natter sometimes gives her an idea
But her thoughts explode until they're just fake news
News to confuse, bemuse, and abuse
And now I fear
The fray will make us weep
Because it's clear
That K stands for Kreep
It would appear
I'm caught in a dangerous undertow
All those years
I thought I was loved, but what did I know?
She's not talking to you
Because you're talking to him
Pretty soon she'll talk to no one
But in her mind
That means she's won
Slander and libel are what she does best
These both help her on her relentless quest
A quest for money - money she doesn't rate
A quest for darkness, cruelty, and hate
And now I fear
The fray will make us weep
Because it's clear
That K stands for Kreep
It would appear
I'm caught in a dangerous undertow
All those years
I thought I was loved, but what did I know?
I'm caught in a dangerous undertow
I thought I was loved
What did I know?
What did I know?
What did I know?
What did I know?