Wishing He Was Dead

If I could kick his head, that 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...

'Cause I just can't forgive and forget;
'Cause 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...

What can I do? (What can I do?)
And what can I say? (And what can I say?)
To make it untrue? (To make it untrue?)
To take this pain away?

Cause I just won't forgive and forget,
And when I'm through with him, he will be wishing he was dead,
Cause 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...

(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh...)
When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead...
(Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh...)
When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead...

That's... what... you... get.