Right now, he's probably out Chasing golden snitches 'round With his wand, and his cloak, and his bespectacled face Oh, but I'm here in this dark place
I dug my key into the side Of his shiny Firebolt ride Slashed his tires and his Nimbus too And carved my name into his broom
I took a baseball bat to his Quidditch gear Blew up his cauldron, now his potions won't appear And I don't regret a bit of this mess Oh, but you should've seen the look on his face
Right now, he's probably buying Some new wand to replace the one I'm hiding And he's using that map, that treacherous thing To try and find where I've been
I took a spellbook to his prized collection Burned every page, just for my satisfaction I'll teach him not to mess with a witch scorned Now he's wandless and forlorn
I took a baseball bat to his Quidditch gear Blew up his cauldron, now his potions won't appear And I don't regret a bit of this mess Oh, but you should've seen the look on his face
Maybe next time, he'll think before he cheats Before he breaks another witch's heart And maybe next time, he'll play fair and square Instead of tearing our love apart
I took a baseball bat to his Quidditch gear Blew up his cauldron, now his potions won't appear And I don't regret a bit of this mess Oh, but you should've seen the look on his face
Oh, you should've seen the look on his face