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