Wanna know why there's a dead guy In my dining room? Hit a dead end with my best friend Met his end too soon Cold blooded killer in the mirror I don't recognize Caught and convicted, TV depicted Right before your eyes
But it's over I'm telling you now Oh no, no more
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Uh oh, it's a recipe for disaster
Early evening, wine was breathing Things were going well Took a good look At the cookbook Found the perfect spell My preparation, anticipation I'd suffered in suspense Intoxicated, he turned up wasted And I took offense
But it's over I'm telling you now Oh no, no more
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Uh oh, it's a recipe for disaster
Oh, now I simmer in the final chapter Uh oh, it's a recipe for disaster
