What Is This Feeling?

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 Poor Galinda, forced to reside With someone so disgustickified We just want to tell you, we're all on your side! We share your loathing Unadulterated loathing For her face, her voice, her clothing Let's just say We loathe it all Every little trait, however small Makes our very flesh begin to crawl Ah, ah Loathing Loathing Loathing So strong Loathing, loathing, loathing, loathing you Loathing, unadulterated loathing