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

 I hope your phone will never ring & 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 dance to fit with bats & owls
 We'll haunt your house on rattle chains
 We'll hang around until you call my name
 & tell me that you want me back again

 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

 (instrumental)

 (repeat & fade):
 But I'm not angry, I'm just sad