I'm Not Angry

I hope your radio won't play until I've had my say I hope your mail always fails to reach you Until you want to hear from me I hope your wristwatch goes berserk But I'm not angry, I'm just hurt I hope your phone will never ring & you can never sing I hope your car doesn't start, cannot move Until you want to be with me I hope your brand new dress gets torn But I'm not angry, just forlorn I'll make a voodoo dance to fit with bats & owls We'll haunt your house on rattle chains We'll hang around until you call my name And tell me that you want me back again I hope your records always break, your shoes make your feet ache I hope your luck will get stuck on black cats Until you want a kiss from me I hope your TV's always bad But I'm not angry, I'm just sad But I'm not angry, I'm just sad --- I'm Not Angry - The Everly Brothers