Nothing heals your wounded pride
Like a kick in the backside
Could you ever put her in her place
Did really want to slap her face
Would that make you feel any better, no
I didn’t think so
In the mirror every day
See your skin don’t look so grey
Got a flash that winning smile
It was missing for a while
It don’t really help you when I say
You’ll be all right
Are you glad that it’s over
I think you’re going to have to try a little harder
Just a little harder
Did you tell her what you really think
Have you called up when you drink
Made a promise not to come around
Now you’re San Francisco bound
You could send her lawyer a postcard, no
I didn’t think so
Mail a picture of Golden Gate
To the one that you really hate
Say we’re having a real good time
Chilling out, Pier 39
Things are getting better without her
May be time allowing you’ll forget her
You know she don’t listen when you say
You’ll be all right
Are you glad that it’s over
I think you’re going to have to try a little harder
I think you’ll have to try a little harder
Everything you say
And everything you do
Everybody knows the world revolves around you
In the egos on the throne
And no nobody’s home
No nobody’s home
You’ll be alright
I think you’re going to have to try a little harder
Just a little harder
(Hello is that sex on a stick)