Psycho Bitch From Hell

Music by Paul Nahay.
Words by Paul Nahay and John Sawoski.

(Woman's voice: Hi, it's me. Leave word. Bye.)

If she were the weather, she'd only rain,
and if she were a plumber, she'd clog up your drain
If she were your car, she wouldn't start
And if she were a surgeon, she'd rip out your heart
If she were a telephone, you'd be disconnected
And if she were your genitals, you'd be infected

She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
Her touch is torture, her love is hate
She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
I'd leave her now, but the sex is great
Just to look at her, you could never tell
How she treats me bad so very well
She's my very own personal
Psycho Bitch From Hell

If she were a waitress, she'd spit in your drink
And if she were your liferaft, you’d sink
If she were your conscience, you wouldn't think twice
And if she were a German, her name would be Scheiss
If she were a barber, she'd cut off your head
And if she were your grandma, she'd pump you with lead


She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
Her touch is torture, her love is hate
She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
I'd leave her now, but the sex is great
Just to look at her, you could never tell
How she treats me bad so very well
She's my very own personal
Psycho Bitch From Hell

If she were a preacher, she'd mock your beliefs
And if she were a dentist, she'd knock out your teeth
If she were a clown, she'd make you cry
And if she were your lawyer, well, you'd fry
If she were your therapist, you’d lose your mind
But as a mortician, she'd do just fine

She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
Her touch is torture, her love is hate
She's a Psycho Bitch From Hell
I’d leave her now, but the sex is great
Just to look at her, you could never tell
How she treats me bad so very well
She's my very own personal
Psycho Bitch From Hell

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• hell
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