Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!
Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn
And right now isn’t one of those moments
Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level
Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case
You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?
So far much can you handle today?
Perhaps it is one or two more than yesterday
Or maybe it is a half dozen less
Or maybe you threw them all in the wash and need to sit out a bit
Nobody can tell you how many you have at your disposal
So do what you can and know that it’s okay