Standard Bitter Love Song #7

You smile at me in total defiance of all decency

You've got it down to a science

That innocent look

You've got it practiced real good

But I know you'd kill me if you could stand the sight of blood

If I'd'a been a fly on the wall a little earlier

If I'd been one of the innumerable flies in this room

If I'd'a been a fly on the wall a little earlier

It woulda been real different around here

You try to speak but the buzz is too loud

And it's hard to make you laugh through the dense black cloud

That surrounds us both

It's just as well

You call the rope

Let the whole house go to hell

If I'd'a been one of these flies

I would have lodged myself firmly underneath your eyelid

If I'd'a been one of these flies a little earlier

It would have been real different around here.