If I told you once I told you a thousand times my dear
Never to fall in love with the 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 righteously [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
Then shutter and twitch as you met your demise
You must have 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 twice I told you two thousand times my dear
Never to fall in love with the man who's broken beyond our 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 where the worms have their feast
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 the man who draw you into his lair
I warned from the very start the end would be rather severe
Now your screams fall like vaporous tones form your mouth into the night air
One time begat twice the third times 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, 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
Thinking of me
Thinking of me
Thinking of me
Always me
Just me