She called pest controlAnd when she was sprayedShe never was bothered againShe wore western-style bootsForeshadowing things to comeI said Iâm an artist in search of a mediumShe said I knowAnd I said well I gotta goLooking back over my shoulder to seeIf she was sorry I was leavingBecause I thought I was lyingBut I was goingI was goingI was goneShe called pest controlAnd when she was sprayedShe never was bothered again