She Called Pest Control

[Chorus]
She called pest control
And when she was sprayed
She never was bothered again

[Verse]
She wore western-style boots
Foreshadowing things to come
I said, "I’m an artist in search of a medium"
She said, "I know"
And I said, "Well, I gotta go"
Looking back over my shoulder
To see if she was sorry I was leaving
Because I thought I was lying
But I was going
I was going
I was gone

[Chorus]
She called pest control
And when she was sprayed
She never was bothered again