Standard Bitter Love Song #7

You smile at me in total defiance of all decency
 You've got it down to a science, that innocent look
 You've got it practiced real good
 But I know you'd kill me if you could stand the sight of blood
 If I'd been a fly on the wall a little earlier
 If I'd been one of the innumerable flies in this room
 If I'd been a fly on the wall a little earlier
 It would've been real different around here
 You try to speak but the buzzing's too loud
 And it's hard to make you loud through the dense black cloud
 That surrounds us both, that's just as well
 You call them up, let the whole house go to hell
 If I'd been one of these flies
 I would've lodged myself firmly underneath your eyelid
 If I'd been one of these flies a little earlier
 It would've been real different around here