The earth can quivver and quake

The heavens shivver and shake

But hell hath no fury

Not half the fury

Of a woman whose been scorned

The wind can scream in the night

The rain can teem in the night

But hell hath no fury

Not half the fury

Of a woman whose been scorned

You'll find when she's calm

She's a sly sister

Her calm is the calm

Before the storm mister

That calm has the feel of a real twister

The only solution

Is in retribution

That flash of lightning you fear

Will soon be frightening to hear

So don't say you haven't been warned

Hell hath no fury

Not a fraction of the fury

Of a woman

Whose been scorned