I hope your radio won't play until I've had
my say
I hope your mail always fails to reach you
until you wanna hear from me
I hope your wristwatch goes berserk but I'm
not angry, I'm just hurt
#2
I hope your phone will never ring and you can
never sing
I hope your car doesn't start, cannot move,
until you wanna be with me
I hope your brand new dress gets torn but I'm
not angry, just forlorn
I'll make a voodoo doll, stuff it with bats and
owls
He'll haunt your house, I'll rattle chains,
we'll hang around until you call my name
and tell me that you want me back again
#3
I hope your records always break, your shoes make
your feet ache
I hope your luck will get stuck on black cats
until you want a kiss from me
I hope your TV's always bad, but I'm not angry,
I'm just sad
Well, I'm not angry, I'm just hurt
But I'm not angry, just forlorn
But I'm not angry, I'm just sad
But I'm not angry, I'm just hurt (Fade )
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat