At the risk of sounding rude

Just who the fuck do you think you are

To tell me what you expect of me today?

Well, you can take your attitude

You're out of luck, you've gone way too far

If you think there's any chance I'm gonna stay

How long can I string you along?

How little of myself can I give

And still make you believe I care?

At the risk of sounding trite

Why the fuck do you think you're right

About every little thing that you say?

And do you think that it is right

For Tom to spend another night

Writing songs about all the people he thinks are gay?

How long can I string you along?

How little of myself can I give

And still make you believe I care?

How long can I string you along?

How little of myself can I give

And still make you believe I care?