Hollywood had me believe that you were an Adonis
Carve you from the marble so I could be your Venus
Red flags outnumbered by madness
You're going down like Weinstein and Harris
You're begging me not to call the police
What did you expect
If there was an inquest into your death
I would gladly be a suspect
It's not a game but this is the touchdown
Feed you to the dogs, the wolves, the hounds
Deface the queen and claim counsel to the crown
Dig yourself a grave in Mount Pleasure Grounds
You're begging me not to call the police
What did you expect
If there was an inquest into your death
I would gladly be a suspect
You can doubt the stars are fire
You can doubt the sun her light
You can doubt the truth, be a liar
But never doubt my female rights
You're begging me not to call the police
What did you expect
If there was an inquest into your death
I would gladly be a suspect