Intro: A slow, swampy electric guitar riff starts, then a heavy bass and drum beat kick in with a steady, driving thump) Verse 1 used to be the three of us tearing up this town my bff and sometimes boyfriend i still love to hang around Now I’m looking at my phone, wondering why the ring is gone no more invites to the late night stompin ground until the dawn Sitting shotgun in the truck where I loved to used to ride you need a filter on your face to hide betrayal in those eyes But now it is a pattern baby, it’s a copy-paste routine crashing into my history picking up where I was exiting Chorus See, a man does you wrong, he leaves a dent in your pride You drink a little whiskey and you let the bad blood slide he acts a little dumb sometimes he can make you want to yell But a woman does a woman wrong? Buddy, run. Here comes hell yea when a woman does a woman wrong...... .There is hell, there is hell yea hells on the way .(Punchy guitar lick) Verse 2 You took the guys, you took the girls, you took the Friday nights Leaving me on speaker just to satisfy your spite that boy is last weeks news I threw 'em in the trash cuz leftovers are good only so long hope you enjoy the rash Bridge (Beat drops to just a stomping boot and a fuzzy bass line—very sarcastic and spoken-sung) You think you cut me out, but you really set me free Now you're stuck with hand-me-downs who couldn't handle me. Chorus See, a man does you wrong, he leaves a dent in your pride You drink a little whiskey and you let the bad blood slide he acts a little dumb sometimes he can make you want to yell But a woman does a woman wrong? Buddy, run. Here comes hell yea when a woman does a woman wrong...... .There is hell, there is hell pure hells on the way .(Punchy guitar lick) (Big, aggressive southern rock guitar solo fades out over a laughing, sarcastic vocal ad-lib) hell hell hell when a woman does a woman wrong buddy run hells on the way
