I hate, I hate, I hate to call you out,
but you've had a free ride.
All you ever had to do was ask;
Told you I'd help, never lied,
But it was too tempting
to pull my ponytail, pluck my strings.
Damn, I should have been
a little less nice;
I hate, I hate, I hate to say that;
To care is the soul's price.