She was only a small rat From the lands of Missouri When Rowan Sunbelt decided to make her A household name With his hand in her pocket And a shallow grin in her eye They set out for the city Searching for fame There's no use in keeping secrets Only to be mistaken In my fear of tomorrow I'll be mistaken Though she might have changed it I'll be mistaken Within weeks they were fighting With passion and turning to coal Still he wouldn't leave her even when She'd run out of love So with a blade in her left hand And a white rose between her lips She cut his throat on New Year's Eve And stuffed his clothes in the fridge There's no use in keeping secrets Only to be mistaken In my fear of tomorrow I'll be mistaken There's no use in keeping secrets Only to be mistaken Though she might have changed it I'll be mistaken