| 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… |