On the way home from the party Neither of us said a word Leann Rimes on the car stereo Sang that song you know I hate, the one about the blackbird And the rain came down on the windshield I wished it would wash us both away
You had to open up your mouth, didn't you? I knew what you were gonna say And you were Bluebeard's wife Opening every cupboard, trying to find the smoking gun Well, I told you, I told you I told you not to open that one