Anna Bates - Michael

Well, michael's on the telephone, there's a woman on the line
And there's lipstick on his button-down and it sure as hell ain't mine
But really ain't no matter, i've been hangin' out next door
Learnin' how to shoot a handgun and clean up blood off the floors
I've been talkin' to the chief, the chief of our police
And i've been gettin' kind of cozy with the law enforcement, see
This is really michael's fault, he's why i'm goin' to jail
But my lawyer said that's bullshit, won't hold up or get me bail
But i know her name is baby and she lives at five-oh-three
Westbury avenue on a quiet little street
So i got a little silencer, not too much more than free
And i might pay a visit to michael's young baby
When michael came and told me the last thing i thought i'd hear
He said i got this woman pregnant and i seen you actin' weird
So i had to bite the bullet and i threw the gun away
It was mostly an idea mixed in with a bit of rage
I said, "micheal, i'm leavin' and it's best you let it be
And don't you do to baby as you've done to me"
So i bought a one-way ticket and i went to minnesota
And i spent all micheal's money and i picked up the telephone-a
And i dialed up sweet baby, said, "let me hear the cry
'cause i feel in some odd way that this child's partly mine"
Well, then baby started sobbin' and then she said to me
"micheal's been a-cheatin' and i've been flirtin' with the chief"
I said, "did you buy a handgun?", she said, "yes, um, that i did
But i threw it out once micheal said he was havin' another kid"