Dig in deep or cruise the shallows
Lock the door and man the gallows
Flaunt the token symbols of your shame
Weight loss project, new sensations
Wardrobe habit alteration
Everybody turns out just the same
Tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
Baby, she's as good as dead
Drink you will and drink you'd better
Drain your glass you'll forget her
See the cost of freedom through a haze
Be it Adam's rib or liquor
Vice will surely kill you quicker
But who needs more frustrated, sober days
Tell it to Samantha and she's hanging by a thread
Baby, she's as good as dead
Cast aside assumptions that she'd rather not be told
When her best friends say
She's cold as ice and twice as slippery
Proud of weak mystique and frippery
Just last night she replied as follows
"Go to Hell, farewell, I'm rid of you
If you think I stink, remember to spare the hints!"
And I haven't seen her since