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What Is This Feeling?

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What Is This Feeling?

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Dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle

My dear father

There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz

But of course, I'll care for Nessa

But of course, I'll rise above it

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes

There's been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar

And altogether quite impossible to describe

Blonde

What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you

My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling

My face is flushing

What is this feeling?

Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Yes, loathing

Unadulterated loathing

For your face, your voice, your clothing

Let's just say, I loathe it all

Every little trait however small

Makes my very flesh begin to crawl

With simple utter loathing

There's a strange exhilaration

In such total detestation

It's so pure, so strong

Though I do admit, it came on fast

Still, I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing

Loathing you my whole life long

(Dear Galinda, you are just too good!)

(How do you stand it? I don't think I could)

(She's a terror, she's a tartar)

(We don't mean to show a bias)

(But Galinda, you're a martyr)

Well, these things are sent to try us

(Poor Galinda, forced to reside)

(With someone so disgusticified)

(We just want to tell you, we're all on your side)

(We share your—)

(Loathing) what is this feeling?

(Unadulterated loathing) so sudden and new?

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you (for her face, her voice, her clothing)

My pulse is rushing (let's just say)

My head is reeling (we loathe it all)

Oh, what is this feeling? (Every little trait, however small)

Does it have a name? Yes (makes our very flesh begin to crawl)

Ah!

Loathing (loathing)

There's a strange exhilaration (loathing)

In such total detestation (loathing)

It's so pure, so strong (so strong)

Though I do admit, it came on fast

Still, I do believe that it can last

And I will be loathing (loathing)

For forever, loathing (loathing)

Truly, deeply, loathing you (loathing you)

My whole life long (loathing, unadulterated loathing)

Boo! (Ah!)

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