Such a Horrible Woman Verse 1 She said she wants a title, not a stroller in the hall. She likes her name on contracts, likes her picture on the wall. They said she must be empty, must be selfish, must be cold. A woman chasing power is a sin that never gets old. He left his wife and children ’cause he felt a little bored. Said dinner wasn’t magic, said he needed to be adored. They said he must be lonely, said he needed room to fly. She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Verse 2 She won’t nurse her father after all the things he did. She still remembers screaming as a frightened little kid. They said, “But blood is sacred, you should serve him till he dies. A daughter without mercy is a monster in disguise.” He hurt a hundred children, left a hundred rooms in flames. They searched his school reports, his mother’s mood, his childhood games. They said, “There must be reasons, such a tragedy, but why?” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Verse 3 She took the final chocolate, hid it in her desk at night. Her kids had eaten plenty, but she wanted one small bite. They said, “What kind of mother keeps a sweetness for herself? A woman should be giving till there’s nothing on the shelf.” He chased a stranger’s bumper with his anger in the rain. Turned a highway into sirens, left a family split by pain. They said, “He had a temper, but he always seemed so shy.” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Verse 4 She went back early Monday with a baby barely grown. She cried inside the bathroom, then she took another phone. They said, “A real good mother would have stayed beside the bed. She must not have a heartbeat, just ambition in her head.” He came home late on Sunday with a story full of holes. Broke his vows in pieces, then demanded half their souls. They said, “Men need affection, don’t judge what you don’t know.” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Verse 5 She raised her voice at dinner, said, “Don’t speak to me that way.” Now she’s difficult and bitter, now she ruins every day. They said, “She’s too dramatic, she should learn to let things slide. A woman with a boundary has a wilderness inside.” He smashed the kitchen table, made the children run and hide. Then he cried into his whiskey with the neighbors on his side. They said, “He’s under pressure, he just doesn’t know how to cry.” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Verse 6 She didn’t smile at Christmas, didn’t decorate the tree. She said, “I’m tired of performing some sweet version you call me.” They said, “She kills the magic, she’s a poison in the room. A woman without sparkle is a walking family tomb.” He killed his wife and children, then the headlines asked us why. They showed his wedding photo and the sadness in his eye. They said, “He seemed devoted, what a shame, what a nice guy.” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy. Bridge She is tried for every tone, every pause and every plate. He is wrapped in context while they soften up his fate. She must answer for a mood, for a look, for wanting more. He gets history, he gets sorrow, he gets one more open door. Final Verse She wanted space and silence, wanted money of her own. Wanted not to be a servant in the kingdom called a home. They said, “There goes a woman who forgot what women are. Too much fire in the body, too much hunger for a star.” He left ashes in the hallway, left a name nobody says. Left a court date, left a headline, left the living with the dead. They said, “Remember his good moments, don’t reduce him to the crime.” She is such a horrible woman, and he is such a great guy.
