Scotch Grove

On the way home from the party

Neither of us said a word

Leann Rimes on the car stereo

Sang that song you know I hate, the one about the

blackbird

And the rain came down on the windshield

I wished it would wash us both away

You had to open up your mouth, didn't you?

I knew what you were gonna say

And you were Bluebeard's wife

Opening every cupboard, trying to find the smoking gun

Well, I told you, I told you

I told you not to open that one