...and now a love poem

I wish I had a nickle for every dime you stole from me
Then I'd be about half as rich as I used to be
I wish I had the brains I used to have before we met
'Cause if I did I'd take back everything that I could get

You carved your name in the lines of my face
and left it for all to see

If I had some soap I'd scrub away your filthy name
I'd scrub so hard my face would crack just to be clean again
Your name is like an epitaph engraved upon my head
And if we ever meet again I hope to God you're dead

You're still hanging in the back of my mind
but you should be hanging from a tree