I hate it when I'm not polite When it's deserved it's still not right So I still wish you better days Though I dislike you anyway It doesn't mean I can't be courteous I get uptight and nervous and tense Small things tend to become immense I'm just beginning to unwind So if I seem to be unkind It isn't really me that's talking My head's connected to my heart And I just can't pull them apart Although they know each other well The odds are slim that they will gel The just don't seem to go together
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