If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I'd be satisfied... If I could smack some sense into his senses, I might feel all right... 'Cause I spent the weekend waiting all alone For that rat to come back home, When all the while, he was with somebody new; Now that I know, his hours are few... 'Cause I just can't forgive and forget, So when I'm through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... And I know what he's been up to, and I know that he's been untrue; When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... If I could snap that neck, that broken record train neck, I might feel okay... If he could speak the truth, but just be sorry, that would be the day... But he made me crazy, thinking I was wrong, That he wasn't cheating all along... But I gave him everything that I could give; Now he's gonna wish he'd never lived... 'Cause I just can't forgive and forget; 'Cause when I'm through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... And I know what he's been up to, and I know that he's been untrue; When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... What can I do? (What can I do?) And what can I say? (And what can I say?) To make it untrue? (To make it untrue?) To take this pain away? Cause I just won't forgive and forget, And when I'm through with him, he will be wishing he was dead, Cause I know what he's been up to, and I know that he's been untrue; When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh...) When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh...) When I am through with him, he will be wishing he was dead... That's… what... you... get.