Paroles: Linda Ronstadt. Mental Revenge.

Well, I hope that the friend that you've thrown yourself on
Gets drunk and loses her job
And every road that you travel on
Is dusty rocky and hard

I couldn't make you love me
You only made me blue
So all in all if the curtain should fall
Then I hope that it falls on you

And I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge
I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge

Well, I hope that the train from Caribou, Maine
Runs over your new love affair
You walk the floor from door to door
And you'll tear out your peroxide hair

I never was your woman
'Cause you were never true
So all in all if the curtain should fall
Then I hope that it falls on you

And I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge
I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge

I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge
I will have sweet
Sweet, sweet mental revenge