Drawing Board

I’ll fill your pillowcase up with snakes,
The man-eating kind
Though you call yourself a woman,
I doubt if they would mind
Oh my, oh Oh my
There’s just one problem with my plan
You spend your nights with another man
Oh you don’t rest your head in mine no more
I gotta take my blood back to the drawing board
Oh my, oh Oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lady,
I’m a heartache
I’m a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand,
Oh my You mentioned taking a holiday, and I recalled you couldn’t swim
So I booked us scuba diving off the North coast of Belgium
Oh my, oh Oh my
And I drew an image in my head of you sinking just like lead
But I never found you washed up on the shore
I gotta take my blood back to the drawing board
Oh my, oh Oh, oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lately,
I’m a heartache
I’m a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand
Oh my Oh, I’m the one you seldom came to see
Oh, I was hidden
Oh, I’ve been busy working on my scheme
Oh, to teach you how to hurt
You said you needed a haircut
I recommended Mr Todd
Of all the men in this big bad world, he’s perfect for the job
Oh my, oh Oh, oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lately,
I’m a heartache
I’m a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand
Oh lately,
I’m a heartache
I’m a desperate plan in hands
Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand
Oh lately,
I’m a heartache, and I haven’t seen you since
So now I’m praying that your mince all mine