Oh, you've done it now
You've Pissed Me Off once too often
Done me in
Broken the camel's back
I mean, who do you think you are?
Do you remember the time
You wouldn't speak to me because
I bought you the wrong drink?
Then there was the time
I saw you sitting with You Know Who.
You know I can't stand that fucker
But you chatted with him anyway
And let him touch your arm, no less.
I could have walked out
Blown the coop
Burnt your flat down
And nobody, in their right minds,
Would have blamed me.
There are two types of people
On this green earth, my friend
Those who put up with this shit,
And then there's my sort
Who won't stand for it.
The truth is, Red
I don't think you realise
You've become another one of those users
Abusers, hangers-on
Who smile in your face
Then stab you in the back
By saying, "Did you hear what he said about her?"
Or "Maybe it's time to move on"
Or "Where did you get that fuck-ugly shirt?"
Wankers like you...
Well, you don't deserve me
I never say a cross word about anyone.
(Except those who deserve it.)
I mean, when are you going to learn
To bite your tongue
Show some discretion
For once in your life?
I can't imagine what it would be like
To be the poor sucker
The poor, sad human being
Who ends up dating you.
Maybe it's true what they say
"A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do,"
Non-gender specific, of course
And right now
I gotta get the fuck out of here
Because I've had enough of you
And people like you
So you can stuff your taxi, I'm walking
And truly I don't care if I ever see you again.

Then again...

You have really brown eyes.