On the way home from the party
Neither of us said a word
LeAnn Rimes on the car stereo
Sang that song you know I hate
The one about the blackbird
And the rain came down on the windshield
I wished it would wash us both away
You had to open up your mouth, didn't you
I knew what you were gonna say
And you were Barbe bleue's wife
Opening every cupboard, trying to find the smoking gun
And I told you, I told you
I told you not to open that one