In the third act. Where the good guy. Is beat to the ground. She rose from her chair. With a stiff smile. In a tight dress. We've seen her before. She went for the door. Why do all her men. Make old scars seem fresh again. In the third act. Where the good guy. Is nowhere around. But a stranger. With the same lips. Her fingers once felt. Thought she could melt. Why do all her men. Make old scars seem fresh again. In the third act. Where the good girl. Is beat to the ground. With a stiff smile. In a tight dress. We've seen her before. She went for the door. In the third act. Where the good guy. Is beat to the ground. Hey kitty kitty cat. Climbing a tall tree. Scared to come down. Stay clear high wires. Hey midnight flyer. You can't go around. So close to the ground