you may talk to me, make me laugh and say the sweetest things. but with how many other girls are you doing that too?

If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I'd be satisfied...
If I could smack some sense into his senses, I might feel all right...

'Cause I spent the weekend waiting all alone
For that rat to come back home,
When all the while, he was with somebody new;
Now that I know, his hours are few...

'Cause I just can't forgive and forget,
So when I'm through with him, he will be wishing he was dead...
And I know what he's been up to, and I know that he's been untrue;
When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead...

If I could snap that neck, that broken record train neck, I might feel okay...
If he could speak the truth, but just be sorry, that would be the day...

But he made me crazy, thinking I was wrong,
That he wasn't cheating all along...
But I gave him everything that I could give;
Now he's gonna wish he'd never lived... #