The Patience of a Saint

Talking of my attributes, the things

I do so well

As anyone who's in cahoots with me will readily tell

I've lived up here,

I've been down there,

I've bought so

I could sell

And if I drove a faster car,

I'd drive it bloody well

How can I change?

I live without restraint

And I would try the patience of a saint

Thinking of my attitudes, talking one on one

I may disagree with you, but look where you've come from

And all that you've got,

I thought that

I would faint

But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint

I'm talking to myself (to myself)

I'm talking to the one that

I know best

Bury me with gratitude, you can go to hell

Why should

I care? I'd rather watch drying paint

But I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience of a saint

I would try the patience of a saint

And I would try the patience... ...of a saint