what do you think it means?

I used to have you perched on a tree

sitting, singing songs to me

I thought that's what I needed

until you found some better leaves

Now I hold an ax in my hand

I'll show you what you need

With swinging hips and lying lips

I'll take down your tree

The wood will rot and moss will grow

while all the tiny bugs will flee

You'll have nothing left to do

but to fall in love with me