(She Might Be A) Grenade

She's pulling out the pin

That lets her hair fall down

She's pulling out the pin

She shakes her head

And it goes tumbling

Her smile was out of place

So she swept it off her face

Let me find the words and say them

Like some softly whispered "Amen"

But she starts to pull away

And the lights begin to dim

Is she thinking of me?

Or is she thinking of him?

She's pulling out the pin…

She's slipping off the hook

Unbuttoning her dress

She's slipping off the hook

There's just enough to make some man a mess

She tears away the veil

With her fingernails

She came out high and kicking

While the band played "Hey, Good Looking"

Do you hear something ticking?

Did somebody tell her she could really be redeemed?

And could she actually be as desperate as she seems?

She's tearing at the seams

She's going to extremes

Nobody told her it was a sin

So she's pulling out the pin

She's taping up her hands just like a boxer will

And they started laughing

But if looks could kill

She'd take them down right now

She's covering her mouth

With some unholy vow

There's nothing more to say

This is her wedding day

Full of shattered glass and mayhem

Not some softly whispered "Amen"

While the shock announcement dawns

And the smoke begins to thin

Where the world without ends

And the next one begins

She's pulling out the pin

She's pulling out the pin

She's pulling out the pin

She's pulling out the pin