The next time you call, I’ll tell the truth.

When you ask me how I am, I’ll say

I’M SICK OF ALL YOUR GAMES! AND BY THE WAY

THE WAY YOU BURP MY NAME  IS SO UNCOUTH.
 

AND WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO CALL ME "MINE"

WHEN I NEVER BELONGED TO YOU AT ALL?

AND HOW COME EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU CALL

I HAVE TO LIE TO TELL YOU THAT I’M FINE?
 

IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO FIND ANOTHER DUNCE

TO PLAY YOUR GAME.  I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TRICKED ME.

WHEN I WAS DOWN YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO KICK ME.

YOU TRIED IT TWICE, BUT ONLY FOOLED ME ONCE.
 

And THAT is what I’ll say next time you call.

(That is… oh, please! I hope you call at all.)