D / Em / A
Think of this It's not a kiss It's the way you piss Me off The way you scoff Ya piss me off The way you look down your nose Nobody knows Why you think you're such hot shit `cause when you think of it Think of this Don't want your kiss If you're thinkin' this You're amiss Think on this You don't love your neighbor In fact, you hardly ever come out your door You abhor what you can't grasp You ignore. Then, let out a gasp! "Oh, my. I hope I don't get soiled. Or, else... how can I be so spoiled?" Spoiled rotten So, piss off Go ahead... shove! You don't know love Or, maybe you've forgotten?