I hope your radio won't play until I land my say I hope your mail always fails to reach you until you wanna hear from me I hope your wristwatch goes berserk But I'm not angry, I'm just hurt I hope your phone will never ring or your canary sing I hope your car doesn't start, cannot move until you wanna be with me I hope your brand new dress gets torn But I'm not angry, just forlorn I'll make a voodoo doll, stuff it with bats and owls You'll haunt your house, I'll rattle chains We'll hang around until you call my name And tell me that you want me back again I hope your records always break, new shoes make your feet ache I hope your luck will get stuck on black hats until you wanna kiss from me I hope your TV's always back But I'm not angry, I'm just sad guitar solo But I'm not angry, I'm just sad But I'm not angry, I'm just sad