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