Talking of my attributes The things I do so well As anyone who's in cahoots With me will readily tell I've lived up here I've been down there I've bought so I could sell And if I drove a faster car I'd drive it bloody well How can I change? I live without restraint
And I would try the patience of a saint
Thinking of my attitudes Talking one on one I may disagree with you But look where you've come from And all that you've got I thought that I would faint
But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint
I'm talking to myself (to myself) I'm talkint to the one that I know best Bury me with gratitude You can go to hell Why should I care? I'd rather watch drying paint
But I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience of a saint I would try the patience of a saint And I would try the patience Of a saint
