I'm sorry I’m perfect,
I really don’t try.
He likes me, not you,
And I think I know why.

You’re rude and obnoxious,
You never play nice.
You belittle others,
And never pay the price.

I really dislike you,
But you’re not completely a toad.
But if you tell me you’re pretty again,
I just might explode.

Your shrill little voice,
Makes my ears want to bleed.
Everything you say,
Is riddled with greed.

I know you’re frustrated,
I’m being quite meticulous.
But your act,
Is getting quite ridiculous.

So I’m sorry I'm perfect,
I simply don’t try.
He likes me and not you,
And now you know why.