One thing that she don't know is that I will never be there.
She's been here since day one and day three, I still don't care.
I always thought that I'd have more respect, but I it didn't work out right.

I don't, don't care
And I sense trouble coming now.
You know.
She said.
That I have no damn class, my friends all smell bad, and she can go to hell.

I never felt bad, no, never felt bad for her oh yeah.
Sob stories and an angry ex-man never quite made my night.
I always thought that I'd have more respect, but it didn't work out right.

Please don't speak cause I hate the way you talk when you are down and you want my attention.

But I thought this time it really could have worked out if you would only get the picture.

Three months have passed and you still are an ass, and I can't stand the way you talk now.

All she needs is you again.