1-3. I Don't Want To Throw Rice (Hello, I'm Dolly, 1967)
She married the one I love today When my back was turned she took him away Now while they're all outside, waiting to throw rice What I want to throw will surely black her eyes 'Cause I don't want to throw rice I want to throw rocks at her She took the only love I had No, I don't want to throw rice I want to throw rocks at her It would be a way to hurt her 'cause she hurt me so bad
Well I never stole nothin' in my life But if I get the chance I'll steal him from his wife 'Cause all is fair in love and war, maybe I'm carryin' this too far But I feel like tying dynamite to her side of the car
No I don't want to throw rice I want to throw rocks at her She took the only love I had No, I don't want to throw rice I want to throw rocks at her It would be a way to hurt her 'cause she hurt me so bad