I'm beginning to think that you don't like me
Signs are everywhere
There's the cyanide in my tea
The cobra you gave to me
The way you pushed me down that flight of stairs

I'm beginning to think that you must hate me
Why, I can not say
Now I'm begging you on my knees
Oh my darling, won't you please
Put that gun away

Was it the time with your sister, when you saw I kissed her, that's making you feel so bad?
Or was it your daughter, the time I threw water on her top making you mad?
The fact I killed your cat that's making you a little sad?

Are these reasons that maybe you don't like me?
Things I might have said?
"Not the clothes that make you look fat"
Or "I really hate your cat"
Or "I really wish that your mom was dead"

I can see that you really must not like me
Things are going black
Now you already shot me twice
And it isn't very nice
The knife in my back

Well I guess that you really just don't like me