You know me
I'm childish
I watch cartoons and my bed is covered with stuffed toys
I still refer to men as boys
Even though I look like I'm seventeen,
I am in fact twenty four
And those things I do honey,
they don't mean I'm immature
Don't think you can treat me like shit and sill have me
coming back for more
I'm wise to your tricks,
and this time, guess what honey?!]
I'm sowing you the door!
That's right
I've had enough
So go on now boy,
go pack your stuff
You got a problem with it?
Well, tough!