She walks into a gas station restroomnShe pulls out a key attached to a stringnShe ties the string to her teeth yeahnShe swallows the key uncomfortablynnI've been following hernFor two weeks in GenevanJust to get the keynHope she hasn't spotted mennI've been trailing hernVia hitch from a truckernWho was talky and greedynHe cost me 80 eurosnWe follow her fancy black limonTo the airport outside of GenevanWe pull up to terminal CnI give the driver an extra sixty to forget about menIt's kind of hard to say when this all begannShe and I were mercenaries in JapannWe both were so youngnWe both fell in lovenFive years later we were getting ready to retirenSaving money from the hits we did togethernWe were high profile killersnNo bullshitnnSo we moved to SpainnWe both changed our namesnSettled downnGot out of the gamenAnd still I hear her voicenAnd still I smell her hairnDammit these dreamsnWhen she comes back to mennI can't believe my lucknThe only person I could trustnYou know killing is toughnWhen you first fall in lovennBut she two timed menYeah she stole the keynMoved all my moneynTo some bank across the seanShe booked a flight to Toronto tonightnI'm heading towards a lock smith in MichigannYou know I could've just killed hernBut she's not that kind of girlnnNonSometimes, I really just wish she was