Mary hates Jude.

She hates that he's so damn clever, for one.

He knows her thoughts, her feelings.

Her hatred burns more than the sun,

Even when she's kneeling;

Mary hates Jude.

Mary hates Jude.

He's too nice on the surface, but below,

He is cruel, selfish and sick.

He doesn't know it, although.

But he knows just how to make her tick.

Mary hates Jude.

And Jude hates Mary.

He hates how she clings to his side,

How she loves him more than herself.

When her ex husband died,

Jude picked her up off the shelf.

But Jude hates Mary.

Jude hates Mary.

She's catty, jealous and cold.

Still, would he have it any other way?

He sees them growing old.

God forbid she ever walk away.

And Jude loves Mary

and Mary loves Jude.