THE THINGS YOU’VE SAID TO ME (AND I DON’T REMEMBER)

You’re just a witch full of spite
Too much of you will make me blight
Don’t bother! I wouldn’t like to fight
Roll over and turn off the light

Don’t wanna see your woeful plight (x4)

Another freak, oh no!
Too meak to me, d’you know?
I’ll give you a week no more…
Shut up your beak and go!

Oooooooooohhhh, oooooooohhhh, ooooooohhhh, aaaaaaahhhh…
Don’t remember

The things you’ve said to me, and I…
The things you’ve said to me, oh the things
you’ve said to me and I don’t remember
Don’t remember
(x2)

You lend my sandclock till last grain
And now realise all was in vain
Don’t bother! I wouldn’t like to fight
Roll over and turn off the light

Don’t wanna see your woeful plight
You’re just a witch full of spite
Too much of you will make me blight
Please let me go, don’t wanna fight tonight

Your mite
So trite
Your bright
So trite
Your rite
So trite
No plight, no right, no fight, tonight