I can’t believe you said it
I wish I could forget it
And even if you felt that way
It was such a stupid thing to say
It only goes to show you
I really didn’t know you at all

You were so appealling
Well-groomed and self-revealing
That Tibetan thing around  your neck
Was so politically correct
It only goes to show you
I really didn’t know you at all

I should have been paying attention
I should have been aware of the signs
Those little put downs and pretensions
I chose to overlook at the time

You threw a little party (and everybody came)
You drank too much Bacardi (so no one was to blame)
I must have tripped some insecurity
Cause you proceeded to dismember  me (it really was a shame)
It only goes to show you
I really  didn’t know you at all

I guess I  should  forgive you
I’ll probably outlive you
And still  I sit here foolishly expecting an apology
It only goes to show you
I really  didn’t know you at all

Those little cuts and subtle/nasty defenses/offenses
I should have noticed the signs
Those little airs and subtle pretenses
I overlooked at the time

A little cut here a little jab/poke there
I should have noticed the signs
A little pretense, and clever defense
That I overlooked at the time

 to your selection of collectible/collection of exceptional wines

And when I  smudgedgrazed scraped/bruised/nicke/scratched your vanity
You proceeded to dismember me

You think I should forgive you
You think that I’ll forgive you

For some kind of/Expecting an/And wait for     apology

Yet here I sit expectantly
Awaiting some  apology

And still I wait expectanltly
For some kind of apology
Hoping for some apology
And still I sit expectantly
Awaiting an aplolgy

Hoping for  ANd hope for  an  Awaiting an apology
And who am I to be the judge
I shouldn’t be the one to judge
You wouldn’t think I’d hold a grudge
But its so much fun to hold a grudge
It only goes to show me/I guess it goes to show me
you/I really didn’t know me at all
Ii really hardly know me at all
My God I hardly know me at all

And yet I sit expectantly
Awaiting an apology

And yet in my naivite
I’m expecting an apology

Expecting an aplogy

And in the bigger scheme of things

But then again I might not budge
Who am I to judge
It’s too much fun to hold a grudge

It

With/In a rage disguised as honesty
With anger you call honesty
In a rage that you called

With anger cloaked in/masked as    honesty
With rage that you called honesty
In a rage you said was honesty
With anger/fury   cloaked in sublety

And with pretense of honesty

You proceeded to dismember me 
 
And oh so cleverly
You proceeded to punish me

Then hateful words turned poisonous

I just don’t understand it
How could you take me for granted

It only goes to show me I really didn’t really know me at all.