I heard she's been giving herself to a man
That she doesn't know
And his chest, like a bullet proof vest on heart
Never let it show
She asked the man, as she reached for his hand
Why he liked living so alone
He put his finger to his lips, like this
And he turned up the radio
And let the band play
(Oh!)
Oh, he let the band play
She was a dime in a dozen
Heads flipping off the boys who were chasing tail
Like some neighbor
Some so nice to meet ya
He could swallow her like a pill
She couldn't think too pretty in pink
So he locked her up in a jail
She learned quick, no acting like this
How'd she get like this?
Why'd she listen what the man say?
(Oh!)
Oh, and let the band play
So let him drive you wild
For a little bit more
Oh, and let the band play
And let the band play
And now she's torn apart
With his liquor and a broken heart
Now she's torn apart
She should've listen what the man say
And let the band play
Oh, and let the, let the, let the
So let him drive you wild
For a little bit more, oh
Just let him drive you wild
For a little bit more
And get the money, get the money
Yeah get the, get the
(Oh you lazy, no good, deadbeat, lying
Woman-hating piece of vile fucking scum
You fucking downright piece of shit
I'll spit on your grave, I'll make you suffer
I'll massacre you, you fucking bastard
You vile piece of shit, I'm coming for ya, you hear me?
I'm coming for you! I'm coming for you!)
And let the band play
And let the band play
And let the band play
And let the band play
