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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 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 From Letras Mania