i used t' hate enzo i used t' hate him so much that i could've k**ed him he was rotten an' ruthless an' after what he could get i was sure of that my beloved one met him in a far-off land an' she stayed longer there because of him i croaked with exhaustion that he was actually makin' her happy i never knew him sometimes i would see him on my ceilin' i could've shot him the rovin' phony the romantic idiot i know about guys for i myself am a guy poison swings its pendulums with a seasick sensation an' i used t' want t' trample on him i used t' want t' ma**acre him i used t' want t' murder him i wanted t' be like him so much that i ached i used t' hate enzo