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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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

Always thinking of me
Just me!