[NARRATOR]
I mopped his floors
The doors were locked
Money counted, liquor stopped
He finally turned and looked at me
And offered his apology
Said he was sorry
He never loved me
I'm not erasable
I'm not erasable, I'm not
I'm not erasable
I felt my fingers curled and round
This baseball bat we kept around
In cases of emergency
And that f** had turned his back on me
I swung it once and then once more
I heard a crack, he hit the floor
I know I should have stopped it then
But that bat kept swinging again
And again and again and again and again and again
He was mine and I was his
That's the truth, I swear it is
You don't know what you would do
Until someone erases you
Clubs and diamonds, spades and hearts
Three will unfain but played their part
He dealt the hand, I played the card
Trust no one, stay on guard
[SARA]
Six AM, the oatmeal's done
I get on the computer and pull up the New York Post
Unsolved murder at King's club