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I hope your radio won't play until I've had my say |
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I hope your mail always fails to reach you |
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Until you want to hear from me |
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I hope your wristwatch goes berserk |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just hurt |
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I hope your 'phone will never ring or your canary sing |
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I hope your car doesn't start, cannot move |
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Until you want to be with me |
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I hope your brand new dress gets torn |
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But I'm not angry, just forlorn |
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I'll make a voodoo doll, stuff it with bats and owls |
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He'll haunt your house, I'll rattle chains |
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We'll hang around until you call my name |
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And tell me that you want me back again |
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I hope your records always break, new shoes make your feet ache |
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I hope your luck will get stuck on black cats |
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Until you want a kiss from me |
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I hope your TV's always bad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad |
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But I'm not angry, I'm just sad... |