(Meg Hentges & Judith Ferguson)  Noona was suburban  She'd never seen an El train  Never saw the harm in leaving her defenses down  He could've been a salesman  He flattered and he charmed her  She wanted to believe there was  A heart to match the sound  But he'd stolen something precious and  he left her feeling foolish  And he left her feeling helpless,  It was gone, gone, gone  It could've been some arsenic  It could have been a hit man  But Noona's revenge was to write this song  She could have run him over  She could have dropped him under  He could have lost his balance,  Took a seven storey fall  It could have been an accident  I'm sorry, oh excuse me  Someone starts a rumour and it isn't nice at all  She could have seen a counselor  She could have seen it coming  She might've worked him over  But she wasn't all that strong  She could've called her brother  She really loved her brother  But Noona's revenge was to write this song  There could've been some gunfire  it might have been a slashed tire  There could've been some phone calls  In the middle of the night  It could've been somebody  Met the train head on  But Noona's revenge was to write this song