Please don't patronize me
I'd rather you didn't speak.
Your hug, less than happy,
Enthusiasm, rather weak.
If you don't like me
It really is ok
You don't have to say anything,
Won't make or break my day.
It really irks the hell outta me
To keep strained conversation
And it isn't like no one knows your simple ass is fakin'.
I stopped caring a couple years ago
What anyone else thinks.
Well, sometimes I do and you are one of them *blink blink*
Psyche! Truly? You can kiss my ass.
You're putting on a show
And I see through you, like glass.
It's alright though cuz when I see you shimmy
Up to me, I put on an Emmy
Worthy performance because I can't stand you.
For now a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...
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