To the grave

She talks and talks,
I could turn around and she'd talk to my back,
I could cut my head off and she'd keep talking at my body,
Then walk over to my head and keep talking to that,
Where does she get this this inspiration from goddammit,
I nod and grunt, I agree and pretend to care,
I can see why she's single,
No man, woman or anything in between could last longer than a month with her,
She'd go to their grave and talk them off to hell