You waltzed in, like you do
blue suit, new shoes
I should’ve known – bad news
You waltzed in, grinded your way towards my deepest part
You waltzed in, keychain in hand
ready to key me into your busy schedule
You waltzed in, down low in your suit
ready to lay down the law
You waltzed down my street,
old wheels, carseat in the back seat
You waltzed in, ready to leave,
rendering us to history.