Drawing Board -

I’ll fill your pillowcase up with snakes,

The man-eating kind

Though you call yourself a woman,

I doubt if they would mind

Oh my, oh Oh my

There’s just one problem with my plan

You spend your nights with another man

Oh you don’t rest your head in mine no more

I gotta take my blood back to the drawing board

Oh my, oh Oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lady,

I’m a heartache

I’m a desperate plan in hands

Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand,

Oh my You mentioned taking a holiday, and I recalled you couldn’t swim

So I booked us scuba diving off the North coast of Belgium

Oh my, oh Oh my

And I drew an image in my head of you sinking just like lead

But I never found you washed up on the shore

I gotta take my blood back to the drawing board

Oh my, oh Oh, oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lately,

I’m a heartache

I’m a desperate plan in hands

Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand

Oh my Oh, I’m the one you seldom came to see

Oh, I was hidden

Oh, I’ve been busy working on my scheme

Oh, to teach you how to hurt

You said you needed a haircut

I recommended Mr Todd

Of all the men in this big bad world, he’s perfect for the job

Oh my, oh Oh, oh, my Oh, my, my Oh lately,

I’m a heartache

I’m a desperate plan in hands

Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand

Oh lately,

I’m a heartache

I’m a desperate plan in hands

Oh, I’m a blueprint in the sand

Oh lately,

I’m a heartache, and I haven’t seen you since

So now I’m praying that your mince all mine