You sound so selfish, always worried bout selflessness
But you know damn well how money talks oh
You look so hopeless, when you wear that black dress yea
But the jig is up at the Hallow Frog, there's no one on your backlash
Don't tell me no ghost tales, don't you talk about jail time no
There's a new cliche under your last name now baby
Your backlash it won't bother him, consequences struck true in your heart
But his soul is underneath your thumb and you twist it 'round at the Hallow Frog