Go To Hell, Miss Rydell

So I gave her a ring
And not exactly an engagement ring
I tracked down her number
on the internet
It was the easiest thing

She thought I was rude
to call her at home
I said I was hurt
by what she had written
In that review
And now I wanted to
She told me, this conversation is over
Send me an email when you're sober
And I wasn't even drunk

So go to hell
Miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell
Miss Rydell

They say that the pen
is mightier than the sword
And I know the feeling
that devastating feeling
Cos I have been stabbed before

I worked my ass off
With babysitters every practice
While she, between autumn calls
Dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts
She told me, this conversation is over
send me an email when you're sober
but I wasn't even drunk

So go to hell
Miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell
Miss Rydell
So go to hell
Go to hell

This is the only way
I can approach the humiliation
It's a bit stupid and childish pathetic
but it's a solution

So I sent her an email
and kept it kind of friendly too
Some adequate questions
about her assumptions
Something I had to do
She never replied
She never replied

2008.07.11