I and you are water and oil doesn’t mix. You jump down you throat when you think I report to mom about that day happen. I have an axe to grind with your. Let me put it this way. I have a rough time of it. You throw your weight around to let us know you’re a king!
Bingo! That’s what I say. You let sleeping dogs lie and you put the cart before the horse. What’s law is that? We are turning your nose up to keep our nose clean. Sometimes I have your head because I have a rough time of it beside I get mixed signals from your. Nothing can explain! I have been a torn in your flesh. There’s no way I can do it.
But I put my foot down because I know you have one foot in the grave.
