I had the rug pulled from under my feet
But I didnt feel a thing
I cant believe the luck I seem to have
And the joy that good luck brings
When I die Ill return as a housefly
And land upon her wall
So I can see who shell end up with
If its anyone at all
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
I sat and listened to the radio
A landscape of moving noise
She was busy looking through the curtains
Her nose in a distant void
Then I thought I would come back as a spider
Because she hates them so much
They get sprayed down the bathroom plughole
Can I expect the same touch
Maybe not then
Because beneath it all were wicked and cruel
Shut up, listen to the radio
I cant help feeling Ive been stepped on
She likes to kick like a mule
Did I say that
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
If I come back as her would I love me
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
She likes to think Im a fool
Two fools in love
How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
|