8 , 9, 10, 11.

You already know what a hot head I am.

I'm not trying to complain,

but the more I waited,

The more angry I became.

You're gonna get it, I say in my head.

You're gonna get it, my heart has no tread.

This is all your fault, none of it's mine.

You've got me addicted,

That is your crime.

12, 1, 2, 3.

I am waiting very patiently.

My fingers go 'tap'.

I wrote you some poems,

But now I'm getting mad.

You're gonna get it, I say in my head.

You're gonna get it, my face is all red!

This is all your fault, none of it's mine.

You've spoiled me rotten,

That is your crime.

4, 5, 6,

Waiting here, getting pissed.

You probably know I'm getting twisted,

Waiting with my hands tight-fisted.

You're gonna get it, I say in my head.

You're gonna get it, I hope you feel dread!

This is all your fault, none of it's mine.

You've created a monster,

That is your crime.

7, 8, 9, 10.

Fantasies of sweet torment consume my wicked mind.

The evil torture I imagine,

Gets more wicked with the time.

You're gonna get it, I say in my head

You're gonna get it, I'm going to bed!

This is all your fault, none of it's mine.

You're in big trouble,

Look at the time.