Madam Plum

Elliot Plum, the hard earned-est one of all of my good friends
Had a wife named Marguerite who loved him for pretend
Nevermind how the story starts
I’ll tell you how this ends:
He’d step out to the back
She’d put her lipstick on my neck
Oh Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to eat and run
But your husband and a Mossberg pump got me on their minds
Oh Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to ruin the fun
But your husband and a Mossberg pump got me on their minds
She got ‘em good like I knew she would
And weeks had come to pass
My old intrepid tendencies found a tavern off the map
Petrified I called a quarter ride
It was Marguerite at last
She grabbed a round of taste
Then wrapped her legs around my waist
Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to eat and run
But your husband and a Mossberg pump got me on their minds
Woah, Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to ruin the fun
But your husband and a Mossberg pump got me on their minds
Oooooh oh Madam Plum
You done us both so wrong
But I been running for too long
And quite frankly, I’m tired
Oh, Madam Plum
I think I hear Elliot now
And this time Imma stand my ground
I swear by it
Oh! Elliot Plum!
Of all my friends you were the best
But if you take one more step
It’s certain death!
Oh, now see
Guess that’s the way it had to be
All thanks to Marguerite
Ooooooh
Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to eat and run
But your husband and a Mossberg pump had me on their minds
Woah, Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate to have to ruin the fun
But your husband and a Mossberg pump had me on the run
Oh Madam Plum
Ma’am I hate you made me do what I done
Now your husband and an old pine box got some common ground
Woah, Madam Plum
Now I’m truly out here on the run
Because these sirens and these canines cryin'
Got my scent and gun, yeah