She was all alone at half-past four   At an all-night small-town convenience store   When he walked in and locked the door behind him.   She ducked down behind the counter   He said "Get up, I know you're down there   I got a gun. Just hold on, I'll find it."   He fumbled through the pockets of his faded denim jacket   Handed her a note and said, "You'd better do exactly what it says..."   And she read:      "Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt."   She looked at him with a nervous grin   She pointed to that word   He said "What the hell? I can't spell   But you know what I meant."   She said "Yeah,   But that ain't what you said."      She said "I don't think you wanna do this   Sounds to me like there's more to it."   He said "Spare your views on my abusive childhood.   Cause the last time I saw my old man   Was in a photograph in our garbage can   He never gave a damn, so tell me why I should.   And you don't know the half of all the demons that I've battled   You ain't gonna save me with your mindless psychobabble   I'm damaged goods."      "Nobody love, and nobody gets hurt."   And as he walked away in the pouring rain   She still could hear that word   He said "What the hell? I can't spell   But you know what I meant."   She said "Yeah,   But that ain't what you said."      She said "Yeah,   But that ain't what you said."