I had the rug pulled from under my feet But I didn't feel a thing I can't believe the luck I seem to have And the joy that good luck brings When I die I'll return as a housefly And land upon her wall So I can see who she'll end up with If it's 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 we're wicked and cruel
Shut up, listen to the radio
I can't help feeling I've 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 I'm a fool Two fools in love How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
Printer Friendly Version
