A heart as deep as the dimples on your cold, lying smile,
Ms. Guided, you held me along every mile.

Tell me. Was it worth it?
All your sneaking around,
With your legs off the ground.
Did he earn it?
Did he deserve it?
I'm sure he laid on the charm,
Until you clung to his arm.

Well, I hope you're happy now.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?

Lace *******? And a bra to match?
Not for me to enjoy,
But for your new boy toy.
I'm sure you had fun whenever I was out,
But it's not filling my shoes he should be worried about.

And I'm sure you're empty now.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?

I'm finally able to rid your taste from my mouth.
I know our love isn't all that's been going south.
Don't come crawling back when you flames of lust become weak.
My heart's a graveyard, baby. To the dead, your talk is cheap.

Ms. Guided was your name from birth,
When you came to earth from the hells that forged you.
And I'll wrap you in this tattered box,
Marked LOVE on the top.
I'm just a lover scorned too.
Ms. Guided, the last laugh's for me.
How's it feel to be the flavor of the week?