I hate it when Iæ¦ not polite
When itæ¯ deserved itæ¯ still not right
So I still wish you better days
Though I dislike you anyway
It doesnæ° mean I canæ° be courteous
Excuse and pardon Me
I get uptight and nervous and tense
Small things tend to become immense
Iæ¦ just beginning to unwind
So if I seem to be unkind
It isnæ° really me thatæ¯ talking
Excuse and pardon Me
My headæ¯ connected to my heart
And I just canæ° pull them apart
Although they know each other well
The odds are slim that they will gel
They just donæ° seem to go together
Excuse and pardon Me