I never thought to hate someone
As much and I hate you
And when all is said and done
You know these words are true.
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You, dear girl, are a heinous wart
A monster of witch stew
You treat his love as playful sport
Though it’s his sadness that you brew.
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You are a goblin and wretched dog.
That snarls and digs up spite.
Unless you are princess to his frog
Don’t think your actions right.
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You cast a spell right over him
Of love mixed with despair.
To be alone would be quite grim
So bewitched you keep him there.
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In the end who sweeps up
The messes that you made
When you take broom and fly away
And leave him in degrade?
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It won’t be me I promise you
To mend his troubled mind.
He looks at me as wicked poison
From your words of grand design.
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He’ll be alone in day and night
Perhaps you will be, too.
And as I near my final words
I have this to say to you.
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If I had my way I’d break the spell
And end your evil ways
But as you’ve damned him to enchanted Hell
Magic words won't bring sun rays.
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I do not think you very grand
I hope you never cross my path
Your spells are more than I can stand
Pray to never face my wrath.
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