My My Seven Mary Three

My, my stomach hurts again tonight, she says
And crashes on her floor
Cuts what she can't untie
Ties it to a door
If mercy was a cattle call
She didn't hear
She didn't want to play the role
Of the fool again
Won't be fooled again

Indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
She tears down my front door
Just to see my photograph

My, my head is getting so confused, she says
What's she trying to do to me?
Put my sticker on her car
Bought a CD
If mercy was a cattle call
She didn't hear
She didn't want to play the role of the fool again
Won't be fooled again

Indifference as my witness
I think she'd take me back
She tears down my front door
Just to hear my phonograph