The Stare

She gave me the bad look,
and she gave it to me good
She gave me the hard stare,
it had to be the most angry glare
I stepped on her bad side
when I made a newlywed mistake
Now I have to take the witch's ride
Consequences can be severe
for the wrong choices we make
I got to look on the bright side:
her bad look doesn't look as bad;
once she give me those sad eyes,
after she has calmed down
and is no longer mad

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