Gives You Hell - All American Rejects
You little whore.
How dare you?
Ulquiorra, I'm the best you'll ever have. I have money, I have a house, I had heart. I had a heart until you crushed it.
And I hope it gives you hell whenever you hear my song on the radio and know that it's about you.
If that pink haired bitch treats you well, he's a fool.
And to anyone who hears my song, I hope it serves you well and that you play it for any slut that ever broke your heart.
And I hope it gives them hell.