I'm crying in my room
Everything is clouding around me
She left with a posh boy
In a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater

I see them pass by the park
When they kiss, it's unbearable (unbearable)
I'm going to get back at him
I'm going to fill his neck
With itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder

I burned his sweater (I burned it)
He has bought five or six
(One, two, three, four, five, six)
I'm going to wreck his car
I have it ready
I'm going tonight

You will never laugh at me again
I'm sorry, baby, you're going to die
You took away what I loved the most (what I loved the most)
And she will come back to me
She will return someday

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder

Suffer, jerk
Give me back my girl
Or you will squirm
In itching powder
In itching powder
In itching powder
Suffer, jerk

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