Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affaire d'amour was set on self-destruct
She said, "You don't make enough to provide for me"
I said, "What about the stuff that we quote 'believe'?"
She said, "I left that on the sands of history
I've found a new man who takes care of me
He dresses for success and emergency
And he moves a lot of concrete on the QVC