He's mean, he's a crook, he's down right rotten
The things he has done I have never forgotten
He's evil, hateful, and just plain mean
He as to be right about everything
May he choke on his spit
And be struck where he now sits
He should just vanish or go far away
I wish I could shoo him away all day
Everyday I give him the look of death
I wish he would take his last breath
He is a target and I'll throw a dart
All because he decided to steal my heart
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
He's mean, he's a crook, he's down right rotten
The things he has done I have never forgotten
He's evil, hateful, and just plain mean
He as to be right about everything
May he choke on his spit
And be struck where he now sits
He should just vanish or go far away
I wish I could shoo him away all day
Everyday I give him the look of death
I wish he would take his last breath
He is a target and I'll throw a dart
All because he decided to steal my heart
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