What Is This Feeling?

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

What is this feeling, so sudden and new? (Loathing, unadulterated loathing)
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you (for her face, her voice, her clothing)
My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling (let's just say 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, loathing you)
My whole life long (loathing, unadulterated loathing)

Boo (ah)