He gave her up for forty days
But soon reverted to his ways
Sometimes he comes but never stays
It wasn't meant to be
And through the rain-streaked window pane
She watched him drive away again
She knew the answer there and then
There's more to life than me
You were the one, with cinnamon and tarragon
You can't decide, if any kind of promise will provide
With hairspray set in harmony
You want all the world to see
But you only have 'til half past three
You'll be the death of me
As you move from place to place
The lines get clearer on your face
Standing still at second base
Prepare to strike for home
And through the rain-streaked window pane
I watch you walk away again
It's never easy to explain
The damage that you've done
You were the one, with vinegar and valium
You can't decide
If any kind of compromise is right
With hairspray set in harmony
You want all the world to see
But you only have 'til half past three
You'll be the death of me
You'll be the death of me
With every last and laboured breath
I know that you will be the death of me