Took her pills and her magazines   Left her lyin' in her misery   He was locked up in his room   Colored pinwheels as the sirens whine down the avenue      Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose   Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss      All the dog-eared pages on your shelf   You never talk except about yourself   All the red eyes in the room   Tried to rearrange your world for you      Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose   Think about it once, what you got to lose      As he pulled his pad and scribbled 'Suicide'   The county coroner, he shook his head from side to side   He was a little less than pleased, very pale and very tired   The toil of love had brought them to their knees      Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose   Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose      Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose   Think about it once, take your time, don't fuss   What you got to lose, everybody choose      Think about it once, what you got to lose