| !" I then noticed that in spite of the nourishing food I provided, | |
| ""in spite of opposition from my parents, | |
| "'in spite of the Bolsheviks.'" | |
| "...and in spite of these circumstances which force me to be apart from you, believe me, my ladyship, my heart beats faster at the thought of you. | |
| "...in spite of your wonderful sense of humor. | |
| !" I then noticed that in spite of the nourishing food I provided, | |
| ""in spite of opposition from my parents, | |
| "'in spite of the Bolsheviks.'" | |
| "...and in spite of these circumstances which force me to be apart from you, believe me, my ladyship, my heart beats faster at the thought of you. | |
| "...in spite of your wonderful sense of humor. | |
| Because he thinks I'm nothing, so he spites me. | |
| The...the spites, the things. | |
| You see, football was where the spites and the hatred first came from. | |
| Because he thinks I'm nothing, so he spites me. | |
| The...the spites, the things. | |
| You see, football was where the spites and the hatred first came from. | |
| Because he spited me a few days ago. | |
| I can't wait to show my nose to that kid who spited my face. | |
| I'll carry it. You spited me and now I'm kind to you. | |
| Oh! I pray God will not be spited I'm so full of joy. | |
| Yer spited image! | |
| - Are you spiting me? | |
| And he said, "I feel like you're spiting me." | |
| He died like he was spiting the sarge. | |
| He thinks I've been spiting him all these years. | |
| I once did hate you, envying your beauty, spiting all the world, Ioud as the world was in your praise, in homage bowing low to you, but looking at myself, the Queen, askance and sidelong. | |
| Because he spited me a few days ago. | |
| I can't wait to show my nose to that kid who spited my face. | |
| I'll carry it. You spited me and now I'm kind to you. | |
| Oh! I pray God will not be spited I'm so full of joy. | |
| Yer spited image! | |
| - Are you spiting me? | |
| And he said, "I feel like you're spiting me." | |
| He died like he was spiting the sarge. | |
| He thinks I've been spiting him all these years. | |
| I once did hate you, envying your beauty, spiting all the world, Ioud as the world was in your praise, in homage bowing low to you, but looking at myself, the Queen, askance and sidelong. | |
