If I told you once I told you a thousand times, my dear Never to fall in love with a man who drinks from the well of despair I thought from the very start I’d made it quite clear, I fear Now you’re wretchedly fucked as you swing from a rope At the top of the stairs
If I told you once, I told you twice I was held in the grip of incurable vice Lips turning blue like the shade of your eyes Limbs shudder and twitch as you met your demise You must’ve looked pretty as you stepped off the chair Pink satin slippers, how they danced in the air Your dainty tongue swelled to an alarming degree Hope you were thinking of me Hope you were thinking of me, Thinking of me
If I told you once, I told you two thousand times, my dear Never to fall in love with a man who’s broken beyond all repair I knew from the very start, you’d end up right here So queer! Now you’ve left me with naught but a suicide note And a lock of your hair
If I mentioned it once, I mentioned it twice I was bound in the throes of unearthly device Radiance bloomed as I lay you to rest Shadows of moonbeam alighting your breast Deep in the ground, as the worms have their feast At last you can taste an incurable peace Now that you’re dead and you’re finally free Hope you were thinking of me Hope you were thinking of me, thinking of me
If I told you thrice, I told you three thousand times, my dear Never to fall in love with a man who’ll draw you into his lair I warned from the very start, the end would be rather severe Now your screams fall like vaporous stones From your mouth into the night air One time begat twice, then third time’s a charm Disregarded all obvious signs of alarm Skin milky white as you lie in repose Tattered dress stained from the blood I suppose So hollow and vacant, devoid of all light Your epitaph written on our wedding night As your muscles were twitching in their final plea Hope you were thinking of me Hope you were thinking of me Thinking of me